23 August 2012

Lamentation for a Lost Year



















11:12 pm
and here i sit
writing
looking to my left
a child
sleeping
not mine
i ponder
you fortunates
with children
those trusting faces,
trusting yours
wanting nothing from you
but to see themselves
reflected in your eyes
i wish i could catch
an expression
looking back at me
a mirror image
with the tilt of my lips
the heavy blue weight of my eyes
the imp in me
i press my hand against my chest
hoping to feel two, heartbeats
i tell myself
everything happens for a reason
but i know in my heart,
the one with no echo,
reason
had nothing to do with it

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