unrequited

Nov 06, 2013 17:48

gray eyes grabbing for sunlight,
a possessive fancy,
and your voice
disjointed and
loudly echoing against
stone

love is untried and
bruised

my lips are scrubbed
from the suspense

no reflection in these pools
unmoving water,
stagnant hope

flecks of motes grabbing for my face

i have moved into the shadows
where it is cool
and love is quiet

and i am truant,

except for gray eyes, unrequited.

poetry

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