noon

was i

a one afternoon stand

you said i was hot

you couldn't stop holding me

we met at the appointed place

miles from our homes

did you walk fast

in order to

not hold my hand

or was it

that you didn't want to be seen

with the next man

now i know

there's plenty of things in

this world that i don't know

but the longer the silence is

the bigger the doubt

and i play scenarios

in my mind

where you're the victim

otherwise

i would have heard from you

right?

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

I can relate this poem sadly enough. You express this scenero and the outcome quite brilliantly. Awesome the way you capture these different moment and bring such truth to them. I love them,.

[emmajoy]

There's a distinct flicker or ten of bewilderment and hurt in this.. questions to be answered, thoughts calmed. I like the simplicity of the words, they show the needful child in you, sad.

[WindSong]

Love! A fleeting moment in time! I really enjoyed reading this wonderful poem.