Was It You
Was that you on the sun kissed easy
in Dockers shoes and steel blue shirtsleeves.
I thought I heard your wag
Peddling a faint.
Was that your smile that nicked
me, beaming anew.
Holding onto a gaze
Curled in reissued mirth.
It looked like you I pinched
Carrying parcels and books
I saw the back of you walk away, still
wearing my daystar.
The night-blinds have lifted the juggins
And, still, I rummage...
In my quest for the key
to the nightlatch.
I listen and hear the soundless mime
lorry the ransomed knob.
© 2007 Sarai Akscyn