Sunday, September 18, 2011

Less is beautiful

Drops of water,
On my head. 
Only one glance,
And she left.

Lane was pitch dark,
But the neon light.
There was total silence,
But she hummed something.

Sky was black,
One errant white thing.
There was laughter,
And the grim photo on the wall, hinged.

The dishes were full,
The glasses to the brim,
Something was vacuous,
There was emptiness.

The air was chilled,
Her voice was warm.
I just kept looking at the fire,
And nothing she said.