by Richard Vince

They all look at one another,
But he looks away…
Across the room, his gaze drawn
By the sparkling of her eyes
Through the hazy darkness.

He turns to return
To the conversation, but his
Mind’s eye remains fixed
On the girl a few steps
And a million miles away.

His eyes saw her flawed,
But his mind makes her perfect
As he walks on to the next place,
As he walks to his front door,
As he falls asleep alone again.

The same song plays loud
In his dreams; the same song as
Always, every night.
All he sees are her eyes
Glinting in time as she fades away.

Tomorrow night it will be
Another face, another place,
But those eyes will remain
With the other splinters of
Half memories deep in his lonely heart.


Posted on 05/05/2007
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Laura Doom on 05/20/07 at 11:03 PM

Well, I thought you said four lines per stanza, but then prosody is not my fort, so...five fives marking the fifth - date? Time?Cardinal/ordinal? Clearly (to me) a 'paradigm' scenario in reverse - unusually conventional in expression for you...a movie as opposed to a play, the symmetry of non-incidence perhaps...

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