Unexpected Visitor

Well, here you are
and I wrap my arms
around our mutual past,
remember ignorance
of the coming winter.
I let you slip away,
ground your hope
under my roving red heel.
I've forgotten your kiss
your stories, your favorite
song, how passion could
weigh a ton, then
be light as a feather.
We talk about whatever
happened to so & so.
You pet my dog. I make you tea.
Silence soon stretches--oh look
at the time!
You give me a quick kiss;
cinnamon laced with regret.
My dog watches the door
until dawn.



Pris Campbell
©2009

Published in the Rusty Truck ezime, March 2010



Art: Reverie by Jean Louis Courteau

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