A Window to Your Soul -- The Morrowebb Cotton Mills Co.

I saw you today,

But I didn't recognize you.

They say the eyes are a

window to the soul.

 

I glanced into yours,

I saw nothing familiar there.

Nothing of the life

that once stirred me

to be your lover.

Only darkness.

Like the final scene

of some tragic film noir.

 

I thought about re-introducing myself.

Would I be dismissed

with a simple wave of your hand?

What of the intimacy

Long since abandoned?

Bifurcated by oceans of space.

Made lukewarm by time

spent on trivial matters of life.

Withered and dried beyond hope?

 

Or would I find a spark,

A hint of passion, a trace of light

Deep in the recesses of your soul,

Waiting for my tender touch?

And would I muster the energy

to draw it out of you,

One last time?

 

© March 30, 2012.

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