“she is gone”

in a reflection of yard long miles i see a distant glance
she radiates through a field beyond the tortured eyes of man
she steals your thoughts, a clever thief…
unburdened, you follow at a safe, wishful distance
the stir of cool, crisp memories subside…
left alone by the side of bleeding whispers,
turning to pull her closer,
she falls away…
and in her rags she is gone.
and in your arms but the void…
carry me on to the next grey corner,
land me safe harbored,
home and amongst the familiar senses…
pillows and heat,
but far, far from her,
she is gone

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/7/11


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