He Sobs
he sobs
hidden in the back lot beyond the woodpile
many days he has listlessly searched for her
wedding wing
thrown as she declared her
independence
or rather
that she never loved him
never?
dark soil and trampled gardens marked by deer
he is alone here
but nothing shines to guide him
nothing shines in the dirt
if only he could find it he'd have something
real
to show her
now her eyes are cast down
she drives away
fast
nothing shining.
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2011
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