I dig
deep within my soul
sharing the
lost desires of
what once
was.
Released
from the hold
she had
on me.
Yet
aching to be held
once
again in her loving
arms.
Soulful
sounds drift through
my
clinched fingers as I play
the ballad
you loved so.
I despair
in gazing above
my hat to
glimpse the sight
of you in
the crowd.
Will I
survive this glimpse?
Better to
dig deeper and
forego the
glimpse and
remember what
was, but
is now
gone.
©Regina Phillips 2019
Evocative...and that image of being afraid to look up and see who might be listening, just amazing.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite part is the glimpse and the lure and danger of it. His indecision and desire. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the loss and deep desire in this beautiful poem Regina! Your words match the photo perfectly. I love it!
ReplyDeleteLove this, Regina! Dare to glimpse.
ReplyDeleteYou definitely caught the blues mood from the image. Great write!
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