Still On Fire

Still on Fire

 

Shakespeare in a sugar bowl,

a coffee grind 

with left-handed scissors,

this is what I think about

when she’s not around.

 

Putting milk in a wine glass.

 

The mood 

is not so relaxed,

nor the moon;

desperation with quickstep breaths,

I can't find the note she left me.

 

She left me.

 

Better, I figure

too be buried in Camus,

thick papers of old ideals

idling for the most part,

but still on fire.

 

Still.

 

On.

 

Fire.

 

And I can't say I’m happy waiting,

I mean, really waiting!

 

Because I haven’t met Juliet, 

YET!

Reviews

[khalid]

nicely expressing passion, love as well as missing the one we love. it is really hurting when we need someone badly but we cant find them. i liked it really