poems

They gazed forth and fifth.

09/06/2017

By the side of the field the row of eyes gazed forth and fifth,

taking in every first sight as second nature.

It was the third night I’d parked up close by and watched her light come on.

Third night she’d slept alone and left the T.V on.

Third night I’d known her life’s routine.

Last night that it would ever be the same.

By the side of the field the row of eyes gazed forth and fifth,

taking in every first sight as second nature.

I was early, as expected and she was swinging on the bench with a cool lemonade.

Her blonde hair bouncing gently in the evening air.

“You came” she half whispered not turning to face me, I knew the moon would be shining off her face.

I could smell our dinner cooking and to my right two candles were waiting to be lit.

I put the heavy suitcase of money on the porch and as I did I caught a scent of her perfume and the image could have been complete.

That’s when I turned left and walked away.

By the side of the field the row of eyes gazed forth and fifth,

taking in every first sight as second nature.

 

©G.P Williamson 2017

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