The Break Up
I was in a bar
dragging the bottom of the sea
for lost objects
No words he gave me to hold onto
words left unsaid
splintered and worn
unseaworthy
A choice of flight
a wing spanning time and space
a raven or a dove
Something was gripping his mind
The sweat of struggle which shows no sign...
I was in a bar with him
Sitting in shadows
Listening to disjointed conversations clamoring
like ravenous birds
dense discord...
He had blue eyes
watercolor blue
We left
He was blue darkness standing in an alley
The wind was blowing and I imagined
it had not the strength to touch him
to finger the strand of hair on his forehead
to ruffle his shirtsleeve
The wind in my soul had not the strength to move him
Like a beggar, I searched his eyes.
I walked away
He stood there, still...
with darkness behind the blue.
Copyright © Barbara Aquila | Year Posted 2018
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