HARSH
The streetlight highlights your elegant profile through the trees.
Or is it the moon?
Turning her back on me pretending not to see.
Sitting can’t hide the length of your legs.
I'm in a trance as you talk.
Your tone
A little more harsh than the others.
A jaded eye viewing this world.
You don't know.
You don't know how much it takes me not to crawl into your lap
And shush you.
Whisper all will be well.
Running my fingers across your forehead.
Soft butterfly kisses.
Harsh is walking away
After connecting with just a look
And leaving all that I can’t say on the sidewalk.
With only one backward glance.










