Thursday, February 19, 2015

Ice Storms and Studies of Form




She had this way of
Getting up and walking away
Without saying a word
Like after the conversation was
No longer about her
She forgot you were there

When she was talking about anything
That interested her 
She would light up
Her eyes would smile
Her lips would make you
Forget what she was saying

She painted realities on canvas
And seemed enamored by the approbation
But once in a while she had this way
Of wandering around inside your heart
Inside your mind and
Knocking over everything fragile

And it hurt
And I couldn't get enough
And I dreamed too much
And it made me stronger
And I wonder what she's doing now

Theron Kennedy © 2015