Reunion

Meditations over Canadian Club

She imagined in me all the things I may have given her

Head spun with the ghosts of children and white fences

Her mind skipped along an internal diary of men half what she deserved

And for a moment, she replaced them with me, I could see it in her eyes

And there was hope, I saw that spring in her

I smiled my empty wise smile

And she saw what I was inside

A good man once broken so long ago by a lovely young girl

Grown strong, yet empty inside

And we parted once again

Reviews

oh wow, i really loved this one.

[ChocolateAddict]

I love this!

[icaros13]

Love it. It is almost as if you peered inside my head and extracted my memories. Kudos on the write. The Canadian Club served you well.