Wednesday, September 17, 2014

high wire

that feeling,
overwhelming,
the second she comes crashing in,
like a rush of cold wind,
a breath of winter,
in a word: deafening,
like thunder,
endless echoing,
in hollow corridors of an unused heart,
unfamiliar with her tune,
unfamiliar with her lyrics,
virgin,
embarrassed,
panicked,
needing to meet her again,
hoping,
haunted by nagging ghosts of unrequited loves,
balancing the pessimist and the optimist on a high wire,
in a word: fool.



2014.09.16