Saturday, August 13, 2011

While She Was Away...(A poem that came in sleep)

While she was away, she missed the man bending spoons with his mind.
In an instant case of evaporation, her presence was down-trodden and left behind.
She woke up dreary and unperturbed by the numbness that threaded its way around her--
For weeks she awaited her elaborate goodbye, unrequited yet unsure.
While she was away, she missed the burning of a letter
Seven years of promises in black ink, promising that things would get better. 
Acrylic odor filled her lungs, the smell of lost words sent to the wind.
Her very best fear was to be going everywhere with nowhere to begin--
She was the master of losing everything except her temper at the worst of times.
While she was away, her job was given away
Five ladies in the lineup, only one got to play.
A neighbor called over through the midnight sky--
afraid this girl lay silent and hardened waiting for her body to die.
While she was away, the boy of her dreams took a train
One ticket to pleading and guilty of going insane
He blew a kiss to the wind without seeing her face,
It picked up speed, drew steam, and was gone with haste.
While she was away, she couldn't sleep ever a night she tried
A dimmed lampshade, quiet sigh, fingers tied--she waits.
Like an empty shell, she rocks inside of herself
three times a day she goes off to worry about her plight.
Several restless hours, she wastes wandering the brisk and airy night.

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