mildew warm winter
wind blown leaves sweep
across half raked lawns
she is alone, looking out
into a darkness that is
held at bay by shuttered windows panes
she is breathing into the long silence
echoed into her own ears
fueling the fires heat
burning behind a flushed face
her trembling hand
barely holding the receiver
trying to hang up
trying to speak
trying to think
So uh, you wanna go??
breathy silence follows as before
You know, just talk of old times ...
she`s swept away by the moments past
hazy homemade movie reels
played back on celluloid
running through the projector
in the movie theater
seated for one`s private viewing
those flames they burn hotter
brighter in her face
burning her eyes
tearing into Irish bowed lips
and hoarsely, she whispers
I`m sorry but i, i cant
AT&T is ringing in her ears
preceded by a silence and a click
her hazel eyes stare out
through windows shuttered
against the wind blown winter
tossing about the warm remains
of autumn`s fall
~Zehaeva