Through Screened Window Poem by James Callos Jordan

Through Screened Window



Looking at you gently,
Through this fine crisscross metal;
Digs up a weak part of me.

My thoughts speak to me,
What if she’s gone?
Where would I start?

Vague and vivid memories,
Falls like Tetris bricks;
One by one drops without pause.

For a moment I felt,
One feeling more terrifying than death;
To be left alone by myself.

May 7,2009

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James Callos Jordan

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Somewhere in Angeles Pampanga Philippines
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