Both Sadly

This is my life without you

.

Strange,
not quite there,
something stuck in
somewhere
I can't reach.

Empty,
wind across the
bottle top.
A hollow sound;
a flame
snuffed out;

an ember
shuddering
across cold ash.
A half-closed shutter,
a broken clasp,
a blurry snapshot
without
a flash.

Something left
not quite right.
Each reaction
left just that.
Plan B,
reroute
(left or right,
I can't decide);
The old man
at the corner sign.
I'm lost
in my own life.


May 3, 2010