Past Lives

Past Lives

A Poem by Astray_in_the_wrinkle_of_paper_people

She wept along time ago
for this stranger...

this crazy episodic villain
of a modern day cowboy

his heat radiated 
like a pulsing light of confidence

he carried himself proudly
but with an aura of the unknown
a dangerous
mysterious
serious enigma of a manly mind

she kept to herself
and avoided the eyes

she kept him guessing
until the very end,
and he often loved to guess

She wept a long long time ago
for this stranger...

this helplessly recognizable ghost

this addiction to identifiable odds

this modern man of the hunt

© 2017 Astray_in_the_wrinkle_of_paper_people


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Added on November 21, 2017
Last Updated on November 21, 2017
Tags: love, lonely, poem, woman, man