Monday 3 May 2010


(to the one that left)

Your eyes, lingering,
Like your voice in my head.
Random moments flit past,
Images, half-hidden
From view, like stars
On cloudy nights.
Your serene face,
As I left you, solitary
In a bustling world. Your smile, your hair;
Stations in time,
Fabricated colours.
My days, strange and
Surreal in wait.
In anger and pain.
Void – your first look to me,
My last look to you…

1 comment:

Migs said...

That actually made me cry. I think that it is an awesome poem. You're very talented my dear ...