A Few Moments

Standing in the rain,
mist clinging, holding onto 
glasses, cheeks, hands, 
lips^W
       coming between.

Small drops, 
slipping into spaces,
into my cold, clammy hands.

In the mist, 
        a kiss,
your warmth driving away
the cold from my hands,
my face, my body. 

I can^Rt.
I can^Rt let go of this
         warmth.  
I can^Rt, and I feel the chill 
         creeping in.

But it can^Rt last.
and as you walk 
        away in the mist,
my hands flutter uselessly to my side,
and I watch until the mist 
has surrounded you and 
carried you away.  


~J. Moore June 1999~

4 responses total.

This is really beautiful in its simplicity and pure imagery.

what he said

you really got the feeling of loss across on this, 

"my hands flutter uselessly to my side,
and I watch until the mist
has surrounded you and
carried you away."

was beautifully executed

Yeah, what Joe said.  Remind me to reread this when I'm awake...

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