Who is it ?

On that street
walking.
Proboscis searching for her dinner
a gaily clad butterfly moves
over the lips of the rose
as my lips once moved gently over yours

Who is it
who brought such joy
shone such light
laughed the laugh of such pleasure
looked with that look
made me feel
loved
Who is it ?

Where is that time gone ?
Is joy rationed,
love a singularity ?

On that street
walking
in front of me, at distance
a man, arms folded across his chest
in lockstep with a woman
in jeans and hightop sneakers
Shoulders barely touching
softly talking…
what are they saying..

A meeting
a city
somewhere
Europe
I know them, have been them

At street’s edge
under the canopy of a young oak
they disappear
mist in the morning sun

Who is it
who brought such joy
shone such light
laughed the laugh of such pleasure
looked with that look
made me feel
loved
Who is it ?

Where is that time gone ?
Is joy rationed,
love a singularity ?

On this street
walking
cloaked in a desolate heart
a ruined soul
Torn between a yesterday
that almost was
and a today still in the making

Where is that time ?
You…..where
my emerald eyed love
Where are you ?

Is love a singularity ?
Is joy rationed ?
Where is that time ?
How to breathe ?

25 July, 2013

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