By angelesque77@hotmail.com
Date: 13 March 2000

The Sight of You


We sat in brief silence and I tried to diminish the space between us -
trying hard to focus but I felt too scattered to collect my thoughts.
And in my broken-numb state I turned to see how the lamp light shone on
your face as you stared ahead, away from me. I felt helpless - unable to
grapple at any trace of familiarity. Baffled at how smoothly you had extricated
yourself from me, wondering when the transition had really happened and
how was it that it could be so effortless. I osed to love your eyes - the look
in them - and now they stared blankly at me. It broke me. That look broke
my resolve because it hit me hard with the realization that I could no
longer touch you, that nothing I was going to say would reach you .. and
so what was the point in talking to you that one last time at all? My thoughts
seemed to fall through the air into the Nothingness left behind.

There remained nothing to say. And you had to go .. because you were hungry.

I reluctantly shook your hand one last time. 'Good luck' 'Take care' ..
hollow words -- kind sentiments ..

We got up to go. And I bowed my head and closed my eyes until you walked away.
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