Fool in a puddle of streetlight gold, I wait.
Echoes of a city now dead sweep through concrete arteries; I listen to their memory.
Something flies past, perhaps, a pigeon, but as likely a jet.
Everything has changed so much; I’ve left it too long.
I gaze up, then up again to a window dripped in night; your window, but you are gone.
You said you’d wait, but so did I.
So now, as I drown in pools of flickering misery, I must choose:
Remain or retreat?
I will linger.
But I know you’ll never come home.
(Image courtesy of maxlain on deviantart.com)
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Richard, you made me cry (in a beautiful way). But I’m off work today, and didn’t want to cry… Your first line is amazing. It’s so visual and unforgettable.
I don’t know what to say other than, I’m pleased you liked it. Thank you.
love the art in this post 🙂
Yes, I was lucky to find it 😄
Amazing prose, Richard
Thanks, Aud 🙂
An Aww moment again. I’m with Laine, that first line is amazing, such a sad piece 😞
Thanks J 🙂
Welcome R 😊
Awh I love the idea of someone waiting! I am a waiter! I’ve perfected it I think! 😄😄
If you’re a waiter, I’ll order a lasagne 😉
people …..
The vanishing time
strange as it seemed
eyes on the door
remained a stagnant stare
those steps will not echo
no more..don’t wait
don’t go..such was the conversation
in the mind…will you come…to me
will you remember this street ?
will you…….and the voice died
lashes flickered…