ACROSS THE LOSS

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JOURNAL#2

when confronted by you
everything in me slams to
the forefront
my senses become sharpened
my breathing irregular
my wit fast, flawless and blunt
I am indifferent to your presence
I tell myself heatedly
I have to divert my wayward thoughts
often and repeatedly
it's rare that I get such an uninterrupted view
of your perfectly poised profile
you appear as graceful, deep and flowing
as the nebulous Nile
is it coincidence that I turn just in time
to catch your steady and entrancing glance
or am I simply misreading a look of relief
from an act of mere circumstance
continue as you wish
to watch me and see what you passed up
so long ago when you had your chance
this is no longer a painful taboo subject
which we must parry around and so
deviously dance
my life now has balance and depth
I am no longer that frightened and lost
little girl which you left
so shut your insolent, attentive eyes
turn your tail and swiftly take your seat
across this crowded room
our past relationship is much too bitter
and stubborn to let us pick up where we
once left off
and now resume...............
(written Feb 28,1991)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

some old break up isn't it obvious? (laughs)

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