(This was written while I was living in Lawrence. This was a pretty good year. I was working as a prep cook in the mornings at Buffalo Bob’s Smokehouse (R.I.P) and enjoying life. Wonderful times, beautiful women, and lots of laughs. I treasure that year.)
That night was so dark,
with an electric sky,
like the ones before the storm.
I remember holding your hand,
you seemed to laught,
or was it a sight?
It was you, regardless.
With a burst of lightning,
I saw your eyes.
not only the eyes themselves,
but the pain that lay beneath them.
The loss…
Heartbreak…
unwilling to let go…
until now.
When I looked at the pain,
it ran away.
A mirror of my own.
For a minute, that flash of light brought home.
Then the flash was gone.
Though I could not see you,
I felt a change.
In the way things were.
In how they would turn out to be.
And, just for a moment…
I felt me.
Mind Stroll 