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Sunday, January 15, 2012
STOP FOR A MOMENT UNDER THE STREETLIGHT
“When you leave, stop for a moment, under the street light,
I’ll watch, standing in the dark, from the window,
I want to see you in half shadow,
I want to remember you incomplete.”
His voice is hoarse.
“When will I see you again? ”
I whisper to him.
He doesn’t answer,
He squeezes me hard around the waist.
“Will I ever see you again? ”
I whisper into the empty space between us.
“Of course you’ll see me again,
Lovers always meet again somewhere,
you’ll see.”
His voice barely audible,
“Don’t tell me fairy tales, ”
My voice a bit stronger now,
Echoing the hollowness of an emptying world.
“Don’t forget to stand under the street light, ”
He repeats
I can hear him holding his breath
as I rush out the door,
down the street, and into the somber night.
“Don’t tell me fairy tales, ”
I repeat
I stand under the street light
I turn my head.
I see a shadow of a memory
Enclosed within a dark, oblong frame.
I pass couples embracing,
without shadows,
hiding in the dark.
While walking under the trees,
A vast loneliness surrounds me,
I rush by the street lights of my life, never stopping,
not wanting to remember being incomplete.
Sydnee Elliot
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