I sat in a Café
next to a beautiful gel
my mind tried to forget her
however, my eyes kept reminding me of her.
Brunnett tresses, slightly waved
eyes like exploding stars;
A smile that’ll charm saints
and a heart delicately wrapped in Gold.
She sits across from me
and passes smiles over the table,
I look up just in time to
catch the happy glint in her eye.
Never understood those gestures,
always been a confused male;
lead away into hell –
left again in the pourring rain.
I’m going down in the
floods again . . .
sucking blood & tears,
total WASHOUT.
She laughs at something
I said . . .
don’t remember what I said
. . . she liked it.
I smile at her,
questions swirl in my head;
god . . . I look for an easy out,
of course there never is.
again . . .
it’s . . .
the . . .
FLOOD.
wil becker
1996.07.09
