When I try to speak to her my words run dry,
She ties my tongue and snaps it like a rubber band.
Her face lingers deeply within my mind’s eye—
Her voice lingers in my ears even as she walks away.
She could hold my heart in her hand
And squeeze to her desire.
She fills me with delusion
Even as she leaves here.
Her eyes sparkle as she smiles,
Drawing her hands astray.
And before the night is done
She will be gone again.
She’s the face that carries away life’s regret
The echoing voice in the catacombs of my mind.
Life is short: although she might not know it yet,
Her voice lingers in my ears even after she walks away.
DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com
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