He saw her
The day they met
With wind blown hair and laughing eyes
He saw her
the day she left
With sweat stained hair and a lifeless smile
He lay there, transfixed
as if staring into another time.
as if staring into an alternate space right there on those dusty wooden tiles where she existed.
He lay there, unmoving
Where he held her close
and they swayed
with the ballerina in the music box going round and round
he opened his eyes
to a phantom embrace
He opened his eyes
And his arms held nothing but the air.
He opened his eyes
His lips as parched and broken as they were.
The ballerina stood still
he slowly walked
across the wooden tiles
And crossed the space where they had their first dance
Crossed the space where he kissed her for the first time
And he kept walking
Until with closed lids
He saw her
Wind blown hair and laughing eyes