sent me
away..
without so much
as a wave-
no smooches
blown
to
the wind,
no fisticuff
to my glass chin,
sounds like
a “win
win“.
shadow play
tomorrow wakes
me before
i’m done with
now,
then sorrows
shake me..
for what today
would not
allow.
from thinner
side of
door-
hearing voices
as real as
yours,
fear i feel them
more than
any
wanton
kiss,
ears to the
floor.
know where i
was born–
and how i’m
blessed-
even when i
forget
there’s a reason
for such
ache-
best to feel it
than deny
for happy’s
sake.
consumed by
couch-
spare change
in hair,
almost didn’t
see me
there,
kind of you to
sit with
me
if only for
a bit,
gets lonely
here
cloaked
in upholstery..
and so hard to
breathe..
must admit.
damp hair in
mirror,
fog
from mouth
hot as dragon’s
song
then gone,
like sticky
dream–
love how you fill a room
with steam
send out the invites
to the clown
fight-
won’t be watching
that show,
for
reasons
undisclosed..
i must decline,
though you’ve offered
front row,
and cheap
wine.
hard not to preach
when tired
minded
and loaded with nights of
non purpose,
full of sleepless,
in search of
respite
only to find it
in bite sized amounts,
better i let these
days go,
than keep
count.
said
you loved me,
i called that
bluff,
you just blushed
and gushed
more sweet
stuff,
said i loved
you,
and turned
away
as though it
was..
so hard to
say.
we crossed once
in heavy
rain-
you hailed a
taxi,
i waved in
vain,
we passed again when
skies were
clear,
you met true
love,
while i shed
tears-
until years
later
you reappeared
to ask..
“haven’t i seen your
face ’round
here?”
(at last!)
hands in the garden 
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