While I was leaving,
you touched your toes.
Girls in mirrors in stretch pant glow.

My heart still waits.
That girl still cries.
I paved her driveway in paper valentines.

I packed my colors,
my black and white,
my stars that search for eternal night.

I still seek
redemption for
the house fly and those who overslept their lives.

My ambitions
purse my mouth,
and blow out lullabies to the dreams I spoke.

I’ll never catch up to them,
until I choke,
on a fishbone circumstance or half told joke.

narrative poem written on 09-13-2009 by: on mattkane.com
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