Eulogy
The yoke
and the white,
the left
and the right.
Water and wine;
oil and vinegar.
Not the black,
nor the white,
but all of the gray...
between our ears
has kept you at least...
...Three hundred miles away.
Tired, hungry, and frustrated:
You want to sit at the booth farthest from the revolving doors.
You didn't apply to med school and
You can't quit smoking...
But when did you start?
Where are your blue eyes?
Where are your green eyes?
Where is that softness I once saw?
Is it behind you?
Beneath that roughness...
...Presenty facing the revolving doors?
I'm looking for it
in your face.
In your eyes downcast
as they stare into your cup of coffee
Probably thinking, "I'm so bored
Why am I here?" and,
..."What is she looking for?"
Where did I loose you?
(The salt and the pepper?)
Where have you gone to?
(The eggs and toast?)
Where can I find you?
(The napkin holder?)
And on its mirrored surface I find our faces...
distorted.
And I laugh.
And you don't.
and the white,
the left
and the right.
Water and wine;
oil and vinegar.
Not the black,
nor the white,
but all of the gray...
between our ears
has kept you at least...
...Three hundred miles away.
Tired, hungry, and frustrated:
You want to sit at the booth farthest from the revolving doors.
You didn't apply to med school and
You can't quit smoking...
But when did you start?
Where are your blue eyes?
Where are your green eyes?
Where is that softness I once saw?
Is it behind you?
Beneath that roughness...
...Presenty facing the revolving doors?
I'm looking for it
in your face.
In your eyes downcast
as they stare into your cup of coffee
Probably thinking, "I'm so bored
Why am I here?" and,
..."What is she looking for?"
Where did I loose you?
(The salt and the pepper?)
Where have you gone to?
(The eggs and toast?)
Where can I find you?
(The napkin holder?)
And on its mirrored surface I find our faces...
distorted.
And I laugh.
And you don't.