The Circlar Jigsaw Poem by Michel Antoine

THE CIRCULAR JIGSAW
Michel Antoine April 23,2012

I smoke another cigarette
Waiting for your call.
Me and José now best friends for a time.
In this shallow callousness of tomorrows
I have such dreams
Of empty timber they fall
On deaf ears as you once were so near.
A sound almost blinds me
Of nothingness in your wake,
Like that of hollow drums,
An echo penetrating me for the take.
Melancholy laughter as the eyes
Tear of your nearness
Yet I'm all alone this fine Saturday night.
Ashes and rock's glass in my reach
A pattern of circular jigsaw
Prolongs its purposeful pieces.
And through the years I've loved you,
As the sun sets another day closes.
I'm alone with your memory.