By spaceman
Date: 2002 May 23
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[[2002.05.23.19.45.3509]]

Melancholy

The way the light rifled through your hair
your reflection in the car window
the weight of your head
as you slept on my shoulder.
The melancholy that chased us
all the miles from Portland to Hartford,
to see your baby.
That she's five years old
and has your eyes
broke my heart
as much as leaving her again did yours.
But in that little girl
I see the child you must have been.
I wonder
if the joy in her young eyes
shone in yours,
before you gave her away,
and I hope one day
she will know you as her mother
and set to beating again
that corner of your heart
that's beyond my reach.