hesitating reality
By jvriesema
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I could hear you breathe
in the gestures of everyday living
I could see you in the noon of lunch hour footsteps
when the angle of the light traversed your own footfall.
I felt you in the rush hour of 5 P.M traffic
when coffee pots brewed and kitchens were lit with the light of afternoon warmth
colliding with my thoughts.;
my hands tightening around the wheel of what I thought was real..
I hesitated as the nighr fell upon my slippered foot in a room filled with
the words of poets long gone;.
my glass of wine growing empty in the amber light. of a conversatiom aimlessly played against the hands of a clock on the wall.
I felt the nuance of your breath in every string of my violin
as I played to an audience of ghosts.
Care i did not for the corriidors of shallow wealth.
for
in that moment
I composed the reality of love
as your smile tripped over my memory
of you staring into my eyes from the breath of the wind;
the hands of the clock stilled by an amber light.;
a hesitation in reality..
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'A hesitation in reality' is
'A hesitation in reality' is such a wonderful phrase and completely captures that moment when the world does seem to stop.
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