poem #82

I'd never walked so far
as I had that night
when the twelve hundred miles
burned imprints on my soles.

And I'm glad that I did
because then I got to
see you with my own true
heart, a heart that waves beats on through.

But when I told you how
devastating your dry gaze was,
you turned your head to
the window, to look for a response.

A response I never received.
And I think you were
an Angel but I don't know
because I've never met one before.

10/2/15