Interims That Leave Holes.
Updated on January 17, 2010
Interims That Leave Holes
In back porches,
and patios,
and sun rooms,
all over the world
pretty ladies sit crying,
dampening hankies
over some lustful pankies
or some hope that vanished
over someone denied them.
The sun warms their flesh,
but it is not the
sun tanned flesh,
that once warmed them.
Hands wring small circles
and look much
like the hands
on a clock as well.
Time heals
but leaves scars to
mark and mar the passing.
When (for-)is(getting)
to be too much
to handle at times
and when what is
(for-)giving
is too hard to
be(-giving) as well,
all that is left
is (forward),
but that takes
so many small
steps between
the teardrops, and the
lack of even
wanting to try,
during the interim
that leaves holes,
begging to be filled
by anything but emptiness.
Thus porches and
backyard sanctuaries
are filled with lonely women
staring out into sunny space
that is clouded by a gray
that hasn't yet
graced their hair
but has put a
damper on their souls.
©-MFB III