from somewhere

luck from the lions mouth.
pieces of me ,
emotions in that pink and blue sherbert sky.
I look in the reflecting glass windows
of office buildings in the crawl of traffic and see my hollowed eyes,
my hair. I have soft brown eyes, thank god for my dark brown eyes,
I will never let them see the light in me.
It's hidden inside like a dark glowing ember.
my shoelaces become undone,
they are long and sad and dirty. once white, now blue an gray.
I step over the laces, the edges have become frayed.

she comes from nowhere, the synapse fires and then she's inside.
lets not start thinking about this, I think; she's gone now and she thinks of you
as much as she thinks about moving to Antartica. It's over, done, a small memory
tucked away in an envelope. but I can't forget, and tomorrow I'll remember again; replaying
small meaningless memories of something as simple as a conversation during a walk.
I'll remember her pink shoes, faded to gray. I'll remember her dark brown eyes,
and the way she looked into mine as I held her and she smiled.
she was love like luck from the lions mouth,
she came and went and the sun swallowed her and left
me for dead; burning, glowing,
alive but not dead yet.