The Answer
Is she still waiting as we speak,
back along that lonely street?
is she lying there in bed,
thinking of the things
you said?
the curtains billow
"cross her lips
she thinks about your
finger tips,
Have you come to say
Goodbye?
I wonder which of us
will cry?
stillness in her meager room,
the cars whiz by out in the gloom,
she stares at flashing neon signs,
her mirror speaks in fractured lines,
to tell her yesterday is gone,
she feels the winter coming on,
she has nothing left of you,
no keepsake there to see her through,
I watch you as you cross my mind,
with every memory I find,
I roll your name around my tongue
and think of days when we were young,
you pulled my braids,
you kicked my shins,
you called me brat,
you called me friend,
Now should I let this be the end?
I brush the hair out of your eyes
inside me I can hear her sighs
the answer comes to me just then
I hear it blowing on the wind............
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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