Of Wolves and May Processions

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