GYPSY
I feel like an old gypsy
with no desire to sing
...........……...or dance.
I want to steal your
heart and flee into
........………..the night.
Tease and tantalize it
until it begs openly
........………..for mercy.
Journey over mountains
seas and shores with
.......………...your heart.
Wrapped up inside my
jewel box of treasured
.....……..memories past.
I will not beg or subject
........……........myself to.
Indignities of crying
.......……….....over you.
I think I might just..
.........………........leave! © Dec.1. 1998
WAITING.
What is left when you leave?
An empty chair?
Invisible footprints on the carpet?
Totality of silence?
Indentations in the bed?
Nightmares of loneliness?
Gradually the memories will fade.
© Dec 1. 1998
THE DARK
He'll be sorry
one last time
Tighten the noose
not a dream
Kick the chair
let it slide
Total darkness
hear no scream.
TeAnne Nov. 30. 1998
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