Submissions by DeepCoolBlue

We were overlooking Paradise and
I reached for your hand
My finger brushed your hip instead
As you were turning your head
Away
The sound of your goodbye
The pity for me , huge in your dry
eyes
I leapt away
Anything to be away from
My shame
Paradise rushed up to meet
Me
Looking politely away from
My empty
Hands

The old man repositions the immediate area along the bar directly in front him, HIS, area, lights up a cigarette, takes a deep drag, considers the music, looks at his dwindling cash next to his almost empty well whiskey, shakes his head sadly, difficult choice really, listen to shit music and no more shit whiskey? Or tough it out in the hopes of a person with a better taste in music while sipping more cheap whiskey?
 He laughs at himself again at such a fine summation of his life.
 A week night here in this depressing place that not long ago, he couldn't wait to get off work and set...

The ferns crowd the trail, lush, green, and somehow smiling at me as my feet pick up speed at the thought of you at the end.
  There's faintly bits and snatches of a song playing.  I picture you leaning against the old refrigerator that hums along with the small radio.  Your taking off your high heels and pouring a glass of sweet wine, and I wonder, does my love and sweet thoughts of you proceed me? Do you even know that for me, this moment, walking and almost running towards you is what I was meant for?  That if the whole world disappeared, I wouldn't have a clue?
  As you...

Digging in,
 without much to do and finding again ,
all things come back to you,.
To me,
standing outside a life too whole ,
too nice for my tainting,
ashamed and finding  a chair
 too bent to sit upon
to watch you fall,
smoking cigarettes
 stolen from your party for two,
all
Things
Coming
Back to you