It’s kind of odd All the same a tad bit sad too Crossing the paths again After an unceremonious and Perhaps acrimonious end to all of it. Eyes, once sparkles at seeing me were As dead as that of a cod-fish Crimson cheeks, Ah That reminded of the setting sun The day we parted ways; Now a pale reminder of a Vampire’s leftover and Painful it was, seeing her like that. Her quivering lips, tried in vain To strike a smile May be not to weep. Yet, before the sighs and puffs Fan up the dormant cinders in me, I walked out Into the still raining night Whistling through the rain on my face “Where were you, When I weathered all these Rains alone?!
I’m scrunched in partially obscured view seating, hands at my temples, elbows pressed to the balcony rail. Look up, Sherman Alexie! I squint through borrowed glasses, willing your signature pen to drop, your writer’s eyes to find me. I’m cheap.
felt faint inside from the heat of the day I fell down on my knees to pray thought of those memories from a time ago Christmas was spent under the mistletoe hugs & kisses with everything new Pretty pictures pretty