Thursday, August 16, 2012

Memories

It hurts
You hurt
Unknowingly, quietly
You make me weep
Sitting by the window
Staring at the stump
You make me wonder
And you make me dream
In a flash you disappear
Far away into nowhere
Only to test me
When I am deep in sleep
You are birth
You are life
And it is you
That lives post death
No heart you have
No mind to think
No soul to feel
No eyes to see
You are a wisp,
A shadow, a fear
You are nothing
But a mere memory...

Sunday, August 5, 2012

The Look

I looked at you standing there
Through the crack in my curtain
Staring, peeping, looking
The cloth slipped through my fingers
The curtains fell in place
The look on your face
Made my heart hammer
I hid, I rubbed my eyes
I slid the curtain apart and looked again
Yes, it was you
Right there in front of me
Walking the path before my door
Trying to look through
Trying to see me
You stood before my door
Wondering, thinking, wishing
You could ring the bell
Could gently knock
But you knew
It would not be answered
You would not be welcome
Not after what you did
There was still hope
I continued to look
As you moved to the balcony
Leaning against the rail
My palms sweaty now
Slipped on the fabric
As I rushed to the door
And took the phone
My voice shaky, angry
"Security, the crazy pool man
Is drunk and peeping into my room".