River Eyes

Your smoked stained eyes

stared off into the distance

The gentle waves of your hair

framing your face like a porcelain statuette

A simplified exhale escaped your lips

And I stared on, gazing at the moon

in a subtle way

but I noticed that you didn't blink

Didn't hold back that single tear

that carressed your face

The wind cooling your cheek, leaving

red marks

You looked fresh and weak

 

I never stood to close

I thought you might break beneath

my molded grasp

And I always contemplated

touching your hands

They were smooth and simple,

they didn't ripple the way your

eyes always had

Just remained smoothly folded

on the balistrade

 

I stared on, gazing at the landscape

peering at the lights

on the shore as the weak tide

bit at the ground, lapping

at our shoes

 

"So this is...goodbye?"

 

It came out roughly, like charred wood

on my tongue

I was never good at

dancing around the edges

 

You looked down

so far down

that I thought you seemed

lost

I could see the darkness

swirling around

your emptied eyes

 

"Yes, I guess it is..."

 

 

 

Reviews

[Jonathan De Elvira]

first- I like your writing...
It's a complicate art crafted beautiful way of writings (need I say more o.O)
you have some fluid skill with literature...
the soft language in this poem somehow makes the sadness in this poem makes me even weaker (in a good way)....You manage to drive the feelings...good job :)