I look over my shoulder
I wonder if I could be wrong
Did I see what I wanted?
But, I ponder..
I gaze with longing at the door.
I would like to see my reflection
On the glass’s handle..
But, all I see is my disillusionment
I question at my inept eye
How could I be so wrong?
I sigh with regret
How could I not see this impending kismet?
There I go with my roving eye, again.
This time my heart feels the flutter
There he stands before me
But, I do not see his aura.
I look closer
All I see is a mirage.
All my longing flying out the window.
And, the darkness closing in on me.
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