SOMEHOW...A Poem by Craig Froman
Somehow, he still believed in dreams ~
It was all over… all except for the papers filed with the county clerk’s office…
There had been no affection shared for years. No smiles across the table or toes teasing underneath... only life like an empty glass of wine… one where you remember the sweet fragrance of dark Napa Valley grapes… but now it sits, only a vacant vessel.
And though spring had come, it always felt like winter to him. It was a feeling worse than alone, like a constant cutting when she was in the room… sometimes he couldn’t breathe… At least they didn’t yell anymore… they never actually shared anything... including conversation…
He had tried to “fix” things… he truly had… until there was only obligation… some lasting sense of duty… a signed form with faded ink in a drawer… somewhere…
And now he sat staring… wondering what might come next… anything to take away the ache… the dull pain that lingered like raindrops on barren, wet limbs… waiting for the freedom to dance down to earth…
He just wanted to know what it was like to be alive again… to see color, not just gray… to feel something other than numb…
Somehow, he still believed in dreams, even though he no longer had any… somehow…
© 2010 Craig Froman
Shelved in 4 LibrariesAdded on March 10, 2010
Last Updated on March 12, 2010
Small town, AR
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