Wait, I Am Scanning the First Page

Do you wonder what I’m contemplating in this room, and why my eyes stare blankly when your eyes tiptoe and sneak into mine? How? How can I vomit the toads in my head? Your eyes may look aghast seeing your own image hopping among the toads I vomit. Do you know how many times a day I go and sit beneath that mango tree, we first met at? We talked nothing. We stood; our eyes feasted. Do you think I talked too much? You simply nodded your head. The toe of your right foot dug the ground like a hedgehog. My eyes wept till the hedgehogs reappeared. In March, they came up, met mine, and then they sat sipping mango sap hours and hours. I don't remember you uttering that phrase. Alone, in this room, hours ….. and hours …. I scan that first page of our tale, looking for that phrase, I wanted you to utter, “Love You!” [20 lines] March 12, 2021 CONTEMPLATION Poetry Contest Contest Sponsor: craig cornish