The Pit and the Passion

She held her gaze steady, mainly so she could delve deep, deep into those chocolate eyes. Together with his sharp, angular nose and intense, almost predatory, expression, he reminded her of a peregrine falcon on the hunt.

The Pit & the Passion

Thursday, October 27, 2011

A poem

This is for you, you know who you are.

Zelda I miss you    
What made me look away the day
You left
What distracted me from
Your goodbye?
Every day since then has been morose
A kind of khaki empty grey
Even candles couldn’t penetrate
I walk through the fuzzy layers
Of memory bits here & there jumping up to bite
My eyes close
Closing on the hope
Zelda won’t come back.

I saw her in a crowded room I kissed
Her on the cheek I
Concentrated on other conversations
Keeping her near
Keeping her in hindsight
But when I was ready to talk to acknowledge to be
With her
The bus had gone
Taking her with it.

I don’t know
I might have done

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