Setting Sun

by Richard Vince

Something always gets in the way;
Real or imagined, it becomes
An elephant in the room that
At least one of us can see.

Sometimes, I catch her eye
And I see disdain; I see
All the teenage disgust distilled
Into a single glance. Is it
Really there, or is it merely
A reflection of my self doubt?

Once I have seen it, I cannot
Ignore it. It stays in the back of
My mind, burned onto my retinas,
A watermark on all I see;
A festering wound.

Without realising, I am staring,
And her discomfort becomes real,
Forcing her to close up and look away.

After that, her eyes are never
Quite the same. Another way is
Blocked; another door closed.
I am doomed to stare only at
The setting Sun as it pulls me
Back to seventeen.


Posted on 09/01/2013
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 09/03/13 at 07:35 PM

Richard, I am 75 and my love is still the girl in class when I was in the last year of high school. Though we live 3000 miles apart she never leaves my mind.

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