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.