Aftertaste Poem by Elena V. Moonray

I could not feel a thing
when I saw you again
may be just a touch of emptiness
with a tiny spice of disappointment

or may be it was just
an aftertaste
of an Italian frozen desert
in my mouth
that we shared together
before saying good bye

It was unexpected but true
that the only connection
between us was a piece of chocolate ice cream,
tasty and refreshing, and gone pretty fast...

I am not looking for any meanings of things
I am simply looking...
and sometimes saying
a word or two when they come to my mind


June 26,2007