Her shadow ran to me today.
An air of delight upon her youthful face appealed to my loneliness.
I longed to kiss her but the air felt damp as the morning mist fell down.
Illusions danced upon the retinas of my eyes
She flicked her hair & caused my heart to stir
My eyes leaked a hopeless tear.
Emptiness struck the barren ground with fear.
With dark dungeons of longing I stood alone.
The air was silent & cold.
Always tomorrow I pleaded. The clouds rolling by agreed.
They sensed my loss.
They begged for hope.
Maybe she’ll be there. Maybe.
& I’ll see her turn the corner & my face will light with a thousand fires of desire
& the happiness of a boy in love for the very first time.
She’ll smile in bright anticipation & beautiful recognition.
& the world will find its song & the sun will shine once more in urgent clichéd sweet affection.
& I will smile.
– unwell, my love remained unseen today.
© ed simkins 2016