she looked at me
wi' gay eyes
danceing some highland reel
that only she could hear
but me heart reconized
the steps
as she returned to
soapy suds
vanquishing some foe or other
dishes clinking in the
sunlit afternoon
and watching her
i couldna help but recall
an evening long passed
in shadows
as she sleeped
soundly
after candid discussion
on our journey
and it broke something
inside of me
to realize
that she was my destination
and i...
i was but a pit stop
on her road map
i came back
to the liveing room
wi' dishes still clinking
and began
downshifting
onto solitary roads
Author notes
fo maddy, who 'as come home... but always means so much pain
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Comments
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wow, a draining poem, I feel as if I am
what once was saucier, now just a saucer on the rack left to dry, like maddy when I read this work, how sad that relationships can get to such a point, that one wets their hands in the toils rather then the spoils of love. great write arden...~~Artis
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