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Of Wolves and May Processions~
A Poem by Debbie_Philly 

Why Did You Leave Me Here For Wolves To Prey And Feed On

You cherished me for years, your words not mine
I was looked on by your gaze in shadows that
had me unaware of your admiration
Day by day I walked the halls oblivious to your
stares,not because I was apathetic to your
presence but you hide it well.
You were young and shy afraid to let me
know of the lump in your throat every time
you wanted to speak...or so you say.
Funny isnt it, you thought I was untouchable
to high to reach, yet you were just my size
and I was shy as well.
School boys fantasies played out in your
mind school bus rides of frenzy undressing
me with your smile and look up from the desk
glances.
A soft brush of the shoulder between classes
May Processions celebrated with held breaths
will I see her.....will she see me....
I Turn to smile at the boy who's nervous eyes
wandered down in a red blushed tone.
One day I will tell her he says in his mind
and one day she will answer he hoped
yet that day does not come for 25 years.
When that day arrives like a gift in disguise
we were not so shy and innocent as in days
past yet love is still stead fast proclaimed.

" I told myself once I found you ,if I found you
I would never let you go " he says
"I lost you once and never again"

Now it is her cheeks that blush with red tones
with heart racing because he was always the boy
she quietly glanced up at in the shadows long ago
But things were not the same...how could they be
he now has a coldness inside that will not be warmed
the chill is not always there...but when its felt it is ice
vain deep.
Where he once wanted her heart he now only wanted
a taste and when that flavor got old so did she.
She could not compete with unclaimed baggage
reeking havoc in the tangled wires of the mind
It's almost as though methodically planned and
waited out for all those years.
She lays alone now waiting for the spring breeze
and small comforts to set her free but the air lacks
passion and the validation never comes.

You Left me here a bloody mound for wolves to prey
and feast on ,ripped apart..... heart scattered
to the wind.

By Debbie Mills Kelly
2/22/2011
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