poem © Jeffrey Beaty
February 1, 2019 — 1:30 AM
Late night into early morning urge to purge the words that were building up inside.
Her Cautious Smile, It Slayed Me by Jeffrey Beaty
Her cautious smile, it slayed me;
Those sparkling eyes betrayed me;
The merest frown brought loving pain
That her touch quenched like summer rain.
Her laugh it lit my darkest sky,
I heard her every whispered sigh;
She need not speak a single word
And I'd be there as if I heard.
But now those eyes, they’re diverted.
She’s gone, and I’m lost and deserted.
As a landmark I could measure,
Even her displeasure would be a pleasure,
But I gauge her absent presence,
By the echoes of her silence;
Knowing that my every word
She sees, and hears, but has not heard.