Just 50 year old guy in Beaverton Oregon, who enjoys family, craft beer, and being stupid. I have always enjoyed creative writing.
I’d walk by each day
I’d navigate the minefield of shattered Mickeys and used Insulin syringes amongst the fray
Closer I see you crying... screaming...
eyes welled with tears
Paralyzed, with concerned curiosity I stood
I couldn’t hear..
I put my hand between the bars up to the rust streaked glass to touch
Feel vibrations...to feel ...you
A chance to be within your radius... close
A chance to tell you somehow I’m near,
I squint to see clearer as my glasses fog from smoldering cigarette butts and sour summer steaming iron sewer holes
A swirling upward tornado of acidic relieved whiskey wine and gin with a twist of rancid excrement burn and cinge my pinched nose
Still I wait to see.
Hear, feel to be ...
I pass by each day on the way to school
I wait and hope not to see
I approach exhaling with eyes closed
Envisioning a cinematic celebration of life, love & family
Envisioning a cleared path and barless window panes clean polished with quartz crystal clarity
Envisioning the salient moment where I taste peace, hope, safety & serenity
But the gurgling reality croak of the Raven’s truth awakens & jars me
Acid rain paints orange legs on this window scene
Once more I reach up between the bars for you to see
IF only to put your hand against mine
IF you stretch past the radiator anchoring you to fear
If you allow me to throw in a life preserver while you flail in an ocean of riding tears
If only as a lighthouse beacon to offer hope and direction to guide you ashore
Outshining loneliness with waves of light overtaking despair
Grains rise higher at the bottom of the hourglass
Father Time preaches and Seasons pass
Still I hear shameful voices of inaction attempt to drown my soul
Darkness reaches up from the well in attempts to pull me under
The scales of Justice tip as I unrelentingly & obsessively wonder...
Did she find her reason?
Did she find a voice and was able to be free?
This hallowed flutter between chambers still waits to breathe.
It haunts me
I never knew your name
I never knew what became
Through my life evolution I’ve loved, lost, grown & changed
I’ve since passed by and outlined my handprint on a boarded window recalling youthful days
The fires of time have burned.. scorched, torched, and ignited wisdoms praise
Successes , failures, all set ablaze
But with each exhale into the sunset,
The Woman in 64 forever in my heart has & always will remain