Holiday Blues

Holiday weekends that bring on the blues.
Memories of love within the tunes that drift
through open windows at those quiet times.
A couple walking hand in hand that feel
the joy of all this springtime bliss.

A stolen kiss as tears are shed.
Beyond their loving focus, where
the lonely always walk, too all alone.
A space of emptiness amid
the crowding of a room.
The others cannot understand
their constant state of pain.

While the friendly chatter leaves them chilled.
They wander to the window seat
and hide behind the curtains till
the noisy party ends. Thoughts adrift.
Some part of them still living in the state
they left behind. Blinded by a sense
of emptiness amid a crowd.

A feel of pity stanches the extremes.
Seeking for the dream to be made real.
Failing the many tests of social aptitude.
It used to be so simple then.
Two lovers walking hand in hand.
Complexity runs in and out again.
Searching for the answers without
questions being formed. Yet knowing
deep inside just what went wrong.

Holiday weekends that bring on the blues.
Memories of love within the tunes that drift
through open windows at those quiet times.
A couple walking hand in hand that feel
the joy of all this springtime bliss.
The touch, the feel, the tenderness.
Still clutching mere remembrance
of true love's one unending kiss,
they bleed away the hours of a life
gone stale and sour. And sing
the feel of all their blues
into eternity...

? Michaelette ?

5/25/2003
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