And Now,
the Denouement.

You are gone.
Have I forgotten the way you wanted to kiss me?
The actual way
layed out in your eyes
and the creases of babypink lips?

Have I forgotten the way your hair felt against my palm?
Already lost that smell of sweet and clean?
That breath that crept down my shoulders
and rose tiny hairs down my back?

It's slipping.

You've gone and now you're kissing that rich earth
across the richer oceans.
I stand here
on hard, dead rock
that gives not at all 'neath my feet.

You are gone.
What happens now to the way it was
when you pulled out my six string and fiddled
with notes
with chords
with blushes and fumbles and smiles and songs you tried to write for me?

They never rang
but you had tried-
oh God, you tried,
and for me alone.

And so
this curtain closes
on another act
another scene,
with the jet in the backround
and your sad attempt at a smile for me.
You turned your back and held your bag
and never turned around.

You never turned around.
You never ran back
like they said you would.
You never kissed me goodbye
like you said you would,
and you never even shed a tear
to prove you'd left one thing unsaid.

He kissed her goodbye
and that kiss wept forever.
I held her to stop her from shaking.
You both just turned.

But I looked at you
and you looked back.

You glanced just one more time
outside the window then
when you were almost gone
to see me standing,
waiting, watching
through a screen of chainlink fence that I was ripping in my hands
all disbelieving everything and staring at your face
like it was all I'd never get the chance to see.

The lights come up.
One lonely silhouette
provides the standing O.

The scene comes to a close.

07/06/2004

Posted on 07/07/2004
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