Friday, January 08, 2010

Risk v. Reward


after just a few hours
the smell of
your skin on my skin
had faded
replaced by gasoline
cigarettes and
cheap, rest-stop soap
and hand-sanitizer

I kept trying to find you
on my clothes,
the collar of my shirt,
under my fingernails.
you weren't there.
blurred, instead by so many
state lines and miles,
gas stations and
grease traps.

later that night
as I laid restlessly
clutching the blanket that you claimed
as your own
on our trip out of town,
I found you again
before finally drifting off,
the smell of your face-wash hidden
somewhere in that blanket or
maybe only in my mind.

I'm not sure.

but now
your scent is gone from me
and you are hidden as well
blurred by state-lines and miles
and I'm left on
dark roads, alone, unsure of
the ground beneath my wheels

and I should've said something,
anything before you split town.
I should've kissed you goodbye
on at least 3 different occasions.
I should've jumped from the bridge
and, you're right when you say
I don't take enough risks.
And maybe I'll take more of them
if you take a chance on this.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

如果你批評他人。你就沒有時間付出愛.........................

d ogo said...

very cool

godofredo

praveena said...

That was really beautiful... :)