Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Street Lamp

Seeing light stretched out
Through my eyes
The tears bending the light of
A street lamp
Rippling light six ripples long
I count them to bring reason back
To the flood.
Chevrons in reverse
Pointing skyward.
Light bent by my tears.
Please miss me sometimes
Liquid chevrons wriggling to
Get back to it’s source
Efforts to swim back up stream
Fighting against the current
To regain their fixed and functional point
To only light the street.

**written a few years ago, I ran across this poem written on a scrap of paper and I thought I’d share it. Obviously it’s about regret and loss of someone that, even though you might not be in their life anymore, you just hope that they miss you from time to time.

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