#11
understudy
the music swirls around me in violet winds,
and the ground shakes with an electronic hum --
the sounds of sincerity slipping through your fingers
and time slowing to a halt as you say goodbye.
again.
a sarabande of your eyes holds me in thrall.
you dance slow around me and the red in your cheeks
blows across my face as you press close, fleeting;
your hand burns into mine as you hold on
and walk away.
and I am wandering through the orchestra
of all our conversations, even the ones you missed,
and I was forced to recite them with my heart
to take your place; a hasty understudy for the solo,
but the audience can't tell.
and the final chord rings cacophony as
the door slips quiet shut leaving only
the traces of your back,
and the car's engine fades with the street.
again.