Saturday, September 6, 2008

Johanna

Even when you leave
Your lips, they linger on mine
I feel your skin against mine
your hand imprinted on my shoulder
your perfume hangs in the air
Then the sun sets
The taste of your lips turns sour
the warmth is gone
instead of comfort, my stomach knots
i cannot find you
A boulder has dropped between us
and no shoving will move it
I call your name, but you can't hear
My body shivers, I feel fear
Words may move this obstruction
but you cannot talk to a rock
So I am left pounding the ground
and wondering what might have been.