The Chase
Staring into the water
I see chaos in the ripples,
truth in the stillness.
All are eventually seduced into entropy's bed.
From the deep recesses of my repressed
soul the imprint of you pushes through, slightly
piercing my dented and demented armor.
I must now answer the question that was, and is
forged in the subtle machinations and molecular
windmills of flight and fancy while our souls
play hide and seek among the tombstone memories
of fallen lovers.
I guess all that really needs to be said ( unsaid ) is;
I miss you.
Copyright © C Fuller | Year Posted 2012
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