half lightA Poem by rbrt99When I was in the room with all the pictures on the walls, in the half light last night, I wanted to straighten them. I could not without a reference point from your life. When I was with you walking, in the glare and crackling of the late morning light and sounds and sprinting about, I wanted to hold flowers for you. I could not without having a small role in an opening night show of the rest of your life. When I was in another city knowing you’d been there too, I wanted to refill the glass from which you drank. I could not without the clue your glance provides saying I’m not lost or alone, like a language without its rosetta stone. © 2016 rbrt99Reviews
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