Abandoned

robertthecat

My shadow
crawls upon
the uneven
asphalt road

And elongates
to stick-like
proportions

It still
reaches out
toward your gaze

Its weight
upon my legs is
heavy, burdening

And I console
myself feeling
that you washed
off my blood
that you still
offer me
my neck
and strong back fro my
memories of you

And I am stuck
with impressions
only

Of your sewn lips

And I go over those images
before the road grows
shorter and the corner
I must turn to reach
home arrives too soon

I know the tree on
the right of
the spot where
I left you

Its leaves still
green and fresh
locusts humming
from within

The hill where
I stood and
held your face

Upward toward the sun

The smell of you
among the fresh grass
the touch of your supple
young cheeks

Beside those
sewn lips of yours

And I scrutinizing those
stitches
making sure
they were sufficient
enough, that the knot
was tight – and the kiss

I am haunted by
the clamoring sound of
me hiding away my
needle and thread
deep within my purse

I know the limits
of my shadow
that it too
will soon be haunted by
your questioning
gaze and will be searching
for explanations

But my
shadow and
I don’t converse


Perhaps it
understood those
questions of yours

Perhaps I could have
passed a message
to you, or justifications, or
questions of my own.

Like how sour
Your lips tasted?

-Robert the Cat