Lizards and Molatov Cocktails

Missing him...

she looks at pictures on facebook

i hear her laugh like we all do

when our unamazing adorations 

rest on a tousleheaded wild one

i understand. i am guilty too

so his face still brings that sparkle

and i do seek it out sometimes

beneath blackened lashes

but i never let him see

because then he'd know that i loved him

and that i really was afraid

to lose his sense of reality

and all those wild times 

we laughed and whispered about 

life lines and lizards and molatov cocktails

Author's Note

Another freewrite....like most of my poems....not a lot of thought....just getting things out.

Reviews

[dark and twisty]

interesting...i like the last line the best..it's sort of quirky..