Impossible Reality

Impossible Reality

A Poem by Treble

The breeze lifts my hair to the sky,
to the sun,
to the curve of my right ear.
He takes a large stride,
pauses when my face contorts,
tilts his head,
and steps back.
I can hear his mind's voice
melting into my ear,
whispering,
desperate,
questioning.
My heart beats a mile a minute,
my thoughts blurred by
the brushstrokes of his hurt voice.
I reach out my hand to his,
but he pulls back.
His eyes glisten.
He starts to turn.
I feel half of me drift away
like a soul that leaves its body
in a horror movie.
Every stride he takes
makes me wonder
how I long for him
and still feel nothing.
How does a man love his child
but never hug her?
How does a cat feel content
but never purr?
How does a dog play fetch
but never wag her tail?
How do I let him walk away
and still not kiss him?
His feet step forward:
one on the white lines,
one on my chest.
The last of my hope shatters
as he curves around the bend
and disappears into the blinding sun.

© 2017 Treble


Author's Note

Treble
Written in July of 2015

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