2020 vision? Still not seeing you.
Talking to himself – can’t get a word in else.
This love thing, so many words – ‘I love you’ never heard.
She did things with so many – he did the same with few.
Her want, sophistication – her need, the rough of him.
He takes in the view
all the lines and spaces
curves and wiggles traced
their flow and punctuation
top to bottom footnotes
nothing hidden from him
He turns the pages over
no choice she made him
dense close packed tension
no clarity or meaning
she too complicated for him
too deep too dark he leaves
She wrote stories he couldn’t read
Page 10: Shorts: a take on poetry – Eric Daniel Clarke – Potter’s Grove Press
His recall, a Saturday he let go… a Sunday he found himself, alone.
He thought, ‘I’ll trust you till I don’t’
She thought, ‘I don’t trust you already’
Her slight, his consequence… misaddressed words.
Went missing, went back. Wrong track.
… of present
of those past
… present changed
Of the best… my wish, God bless
Don’t unless you mean too
we danced last night
I alone with you