Better that I had been a chimera,
a passing thought, a brush in rush hour
That might have been, but wasn’t an embrace
for the rest of your life.
Instead of nothing, you got something
Wasn’t even the promise of a call tomorrow,
You knew better than to wait by the phone,
so, past you went,
Not even a glance over your cold shoulderâ€¦
you never looked back or reached out at all.
But, now, that’s all you do
is look back and back and back
To see us not there togetherâ€¦.
Wait, I should have stammered:
Don’t just walk past, away from me, from us.
Turn around then or now,
For god sake turn around
and at least smile before you goâ€¦.
I’d like to remember that smile,
the one you still keep in your purse.
A Hill resident, the author believes that the appreciation of art should not be influenced by the vagaries or prejudices of biography.