Evergreen
I would have settled for a smirk,
for a quirk of smug lips
and that trademark dimple
that still makes me crazy.
I would have been happy
with a transient glint
in those forget-me-not eyes,
a momentary hint
of what I felt... and still feel.
I miss the endless routine
of midnight pep talks
and morning road blocks,
of stolen glances
and skillful dances
around this knot of nerves.
Now there's just a gaping hole
where the lava once pooled
before it blistered and cooled.
And I keep picking the scab.
I want to put you in an album
and keep you on a shelf
to collect fairy dust
and never-land must.
I want to forget,
but have the means to remember.
Instead, I have scenes
from last November
dangling from my seasoned mind
with drops of dew
in my evergreen eyes.
For Tracie's "Homage" contest
*This poem was inspired by one of my favourite poems here on the Soup: "Almost" by Drake Eszes. Here is a passage I especially love:
"I was almost in the clear
Setting free her unchained melody
Didn’t see a forthcoming pain
Saturday nights, no longer the same
My mornings are still of you
A drop of dew
Dangling from emerald green edges"
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013
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