Without you

Withdrawal symptoms - sometimes there may be so much that there are none

On the park-bench

your face half-turned

    he kisses on your neck

a casual passerby would insist you were lovers

On the swing

little children

   feet high up in the air

My tango stops

perfect dancing would not be for tonight

Recollections

Two leashed dogs

sniff the ground

while

you extend your neck

the old lady

whose silent face

kissed so many times

   doesn't care

inside

words float 

on unwashed dishes you touched

the dishwasher

   doesn't care

elevators

box in

my ride is smooth

up or down

sometimes

I 

do not care

Author's Note

Written for the Hair of the Dog prompt (On Tap #1)

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

Oh this is a very crafty reply to the topic - sometimes we miss things so much that we can't miss them any longer, becoming burnt out and disassociated. Brilliant set of images, my favourite (I think) is:

Two leashed dogs
sniff the ground
while
you extend your neck
the old lady
whose silent face
kissed so many times
doesn't care...

...But the first is also a monumental statement.

[.]

cleverly constructed ..strong images..

[Robin]

passion doused to the ashes of apathy .. imaginative writing

[HopelesslyDevoted]

this is really good!

[MuSe Ampoule]

I couldn't add more to what Kerry stated, so I'll just say that I found this a moving write and a great piece for the prompt!

[G. K. Bostic]

I found the final verse to have great impact. "...my ride is smooth/ up or down/ sometimes/ I/ do not care." It is a strong and telling statement.

[Dani]

"elevators
box in
my ride is smooth
up or down
sometimes
I
do not care"

this poem.. is beautiful. honestly, you've left me speechless. fantastic work.