looked worn and old
as I watched him walk away.
As if the image he presented
to the world had simply faded
all away. Swift, the change,
and quick, the eyes that see.
Caught in a moment
A sadness integrated in his aura.
My God, he left me so completely then.
Never turning round to wave goodbye.
No hope of recognition left to me.
Perhaps he saw me as a random bit
of uttered poetry, that moves the soul
then drifts away again.
A little boy lost in the rain.
My heart must skip a beat.
Moving up to mind's remembering.
Such love is all too bittersweet to me...
? Michaelette ?
Copyright© 2005 Michaelette L. Romano
All Rights Reserved
Take me home . . .