Showing posts with label lost love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lost love. Show all posts

Thursday, August 15, 2013

What do women do with their handbag


What do women do with their handbag
when they jump off a bridge?
There is no chair back to hang the bag over
No booth to place the bag on
so that sliding out will require picking it up

It’s a nightmare

Leaving the handbag
at the checkout counter
Having it plucked out of the shopping cart
Leaving it on the adjoining seat
in the movie theater

It is filled with everything she needs
Lipstick
Three different colors
Chapstick
Screwed to the max
Hair brush
She keeps meaning to clean it
Eight pens
None the same
Nail file
Broken
Both pieces
are in there somewhere
Breath mints
Opened
Cigarettes
A lighter
A white plastic spoon
from Wendy’s
Dark glasses
non-prescription
She can’t wear them
Makeup compact
the mirror is broken
Prozac
Keys
Cell phone
Wallet

With pictures of her children
Her identity is in there
It could be stolen
Valium
A two Euro coin
Nickel-Brass
Copper-Nickel

Or she could leave the bag
in the rental car
at Orly
Upset after he told her
On the same bridge
Where she stands now
Wondering what to do
with her handbag

It's a nightmare

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Street of Dreams

There on the left
the entrance
a narrow archway
hidden by the foliage

A courtyard
the fountain sparkles
in the noon sun
the sound of water falling

"I want to kiss you
No, no, not here"
Quickly, across the cobbled street
To the right

Up the stairs
of my pension
the cumbersome key
fumbled in the lock

Oh, and then
desperate for the kiss
overcome
fainting with desire

Heart racing
falling on the bed
bodies entangled
press her to me

I turn from my window
and survey the empty room
Did I hear footsteps
on that street of dreams?

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

River of Pain

I left my love behind, and hid my thoughts of her in the labyrinth of my mind. I walked along the river, watching the waves and whirls and waiting for the pain to wash away. And here I am again, wondering if it ever will. Willing myself to walk away again. Wondering if I will.