The Dreadful Lemon Sky

He is nestled in her heart
As it weave’s his cocoon.
Nothing too tight, nothing to fear,
Just a wall to let herself breathe,
A filter to let a new color in.

She loves him with her being
But she can not stop to cry.
There is promise in the eyes of her child,
There is pride in who she’s become.
She can not go back to his vise of unknowns.

There is acceptance, there is now,
Not the souring in her heart
Neath that dreadful lemon sky.
He does not glaze her mind
In a serum of remorse.

The phones ring and the keyboards clack,
Her smiles are less strained, her orbit stable,
Somehow she has stopped the decay.
As They becomes an afterthought,
A Camelot glitter in her paper day.