There was something about her eyes
it reminded me of a word
like a tree in the forest.

I can feel the shape of it
like an itch in the back of my head
it was more than a word
but a feeling as well.

And she wore it casually
as though she knew
and didn't care.

As I ponder the look she gave
I am reminded of
how beautiful and cynical
she could be.

Ah yes now I recall
like a tree in the woods
a fallen tree.

Hollow that was the word
waiting to be filled
perhaps something living would arrive
but nothing had yet.

01/18/2010

Author's Note: Trying to flex my writing muscles again. Boy are they stiff.

Posted on 01/19/2010
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