Impossible RealityA 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 TrebleAuthor's Note
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Added on December 2, 2017 Last Updated on December 2, 2017 AuthorTrebleAboutHi, I'm a young adult, and I love writing poetry and the occasional short story. more..Writing
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