Sideways
it was just …
a look
one …
it was my reaction you saw -
a recoil
emotional … untethered
it wilted, blue
in louvered columns of moonlite
long before it bloomed
but you plucked it anyway
one petal at a time
a wish on each
for my annihilation and doom …
but my ruin was long ago
your eyes
whispering me
a breeze through the cedars -
gravity to a sparrow -
first gaze and on
I was done …
now
for sake of my fool’s song
and a glance
we’ll never know …
what might’ve been.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, March 7, 2023
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