Sanguine Poem by Danny Speicher

Five nights away, a million before
A knock and an answer at that same door
Perhaps meaning entry, but likely not
A spark ignites where it once sparked before

A look and then away into the sky
Drifting glances, and a wandering eye
Much to ponder and not that on this night
Troubled mind, an exasperated sigh

More questions abound where answers were sought
But the clockwork reversed was all for naught
Flip the calendar to another page
And maybe, just maybe, there's still a shot

The blood and the marrow that once had clot
May still be the sanguine that once I sought

((April 19th,2017))