Leaving

She walked by —

flashing a smile of recognition to

my shadow before leaving that year ago.

 

No good-byes ever spoken —

she left like a dream ghost

erased by morning sun.

 

She led me into that forgotten night to

her place by forbidden dark waters

where moss hung from crooked oak trees.

 

A whippoorwill called from a lofty branch —

snakes slithered silently through tall swamp grass —

gators awaited their fill on the muddy bank below —

a full moon softly beckoned us to begin what had already ended.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.