Illusion
Another night fell still - within silence
reflections dance upon the wall.
The phone remains in the curve of a cradle
heart breaks to absence of her call.
Where do I go from here? He ask.
While the scent of her relevance lingers -
moonlight shimmers of illusion from earlier day
The tightness in his chest all over,
truth echoes absence of her intent to stay.
Where do I go from here? He ask.
Emptiness soaks a once full room
where heart and soul entwined
exuberance of youth had faded away
Fear replaced ego, much too soon in time.
Where do I go from here? He ask as he takes a step forward and moves on.
By Cheri Anderson
(2013)
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