So the phone call would end
with her arrival
at a look-see
for future residence.
I, feeling
like a scribed half circle,
while the other half
was promised
with a return e-mail response
in two days hence.
Between the phone conversation
and then the inner dialogue
for me will continue.
Yes, embellished remembered
conversation with deductions,
empathic surmise
would arrive full-blown
about my self-circumstance
and hers.
Somewhere inside
I would come upon
other conversations
already occurred
that did not really exist
any more.
Two days would pass.
A week passed
without that circle response.
Two weeks came and gone.
It is off the screen.
Her life is back on
in reality forward.
The glimpse had come frontal,
like seeing someone
eye to eye in passing.
That long glance
given straight forwardly,
blessed and richly so
and then
to see her face
no more . . .
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