Poetry / "Was It You"

Was that you on the sun kissed easy
        in Dockers shoes and steel blue shirtsleeves.
I thought I heard your wag
        Peddling a faint.

Was that your smile that nicked
        me, beaming anew.
Holding onto a gaze
        Curled in reissued mirth.

It looked like you I pinched
        Carrying parcels and books
I saw the back of you walk away, still
        wearing my daystar.

The night-blinds have lifted the juggins
        And, still, I rummage…
In my quest for the key
        to the nightlatch.

I listen and hear the soundless mime
        lorry the ransomed knob.

    
© 2007 Sarai Akscyn

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