Window PaneA Poem by tekphobikHe steps left, she looks right
We're all scars, collections of wounds inside and out
He shows his in words, she shows hers on her body There's no exhibition here, merely a statement of being This is who they are, call them phonies, it doesn't matter None of this was ever for you anyway. He hops a plane to Virginia without foresight or concern There's a baby crying in the cabin that speaks life Getting out of the terminal in a downpour he flags a cab He pays extra so he can smoke in the taxi on the drive The last thing he needs is oxygen. She's waiting anxiously in bed with the words on the walls Her phone hasn't rang, all she does is check the time Fingers tapping nervously on thighs, on scars, in rhythm Will today be the most momentous occasion it should? She licks dry lips, waits as always. The squealers on the worn brakes signal the end of journey He overpays because he needs something good on his side Make a happy stranger for a half decade long disappointment Alone in the rain, a bag, a cigarette, a man, a front door What is he supposed to do now? She heard the taxi three blocks away with her sixth sense Eyes wired shut she awaits the sound of a car door slam Slam. It's really here, there's no turning back from right now Eyes pop open and pupils constrict, dilate, adjust to light Bare feet walk over to window pane. He sees her in the window, she looks normal, living, real She sees him in the street, he seems alert, alive, human She bites her lip, He clenches his jaw, eyes speak volumes A curtain whirls, a moment passes, a door opens slowly A step forward, a universe reborn. © 2013 tekphobikAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on January 28, 2013 Last Updated on January 28, 2013 AuthortekphobikRed Deer, Alberta, CanadaAboutI live for the words. Artistry is taking pieces of your soul out and throwing them against a wall to make someone else feel something or experience some sort of insight. It's the only thing worth li.. more..Writing
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