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Thursday, September 16, 2010

Our Love, The Wreckage

Rating: 5.0
Your eyes, an icy glare.
An untrust resounding through them.
Asking me where I had been.
Needless to say, it’s early morning.
Storming outside.

My response, a throaty call.
Whispering, “Out.”
My hands restlessly tightening.
I know where this is going.
Needless to say,
I need a place to stay.

Your thoughts, a disarray of angst.
I think you have it all out of context.
I meant a place to drink,
You meant a place to cheat.
I'm surprised when you don’t speak.
Your eyes close instead.
I’m so tired; I just want to lie beside you…

My grip, an iron vice.
Clutching the lent in my pocket.
Raindrops from your eyes leak like tears.
A flash flood on the floor.
A crying sky is welcoming me.
I’ll be out there soon…

Our love, the wreckage.
A ten car pile-up.
You speak nothing
But have said what you needed to:
A shaky hand pointing out the door.
Memories flash before me…
…A smile in the park…
…A kiss at dark…
…A whisper of love…
…A wedding…

Our future, a past.
The last time I saw you.
Four years ago: June.
A fingertip at the door.
Anderson Greenwald
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