Ripples

i have lived this moment a thousand times.
     -closer to eight hundred actually.
          -as familiar as the shadow walking in front of me     

i have felt these feelings,
     -sad loneliness.
          -a column of granite juts upward through a lush mountain meadow     

been haunted by your eyes
     -slate gray.
          -the color of the February sky before a storm
     
and images of the past.
     -your smile.
          -your face silhouetted against an August moon
     
all this time gone by...
     -nine weeks short of two years.
          -persistently flowing slow as glass

still my hands remember you
     -your hips.
          -the firm softness of your stomach
     
and i hear your last good-bye.
     -mostly silence.
          -stones crunching under your shoes then only my own breathing

© 2004 Justin Wilson

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