Her eyes no longer red and raw
her hair fell across her face
a curtain of privacy
till he held her hands
a streak of lightning broke the spell
she drew herself up
like a wilted flower grasping at the sun
holding her face in his hands
he tasted the doubt on her tongue
pain on the roof of her mouth
before she gave in
shaking off the past
like raindrops off umbrellas
copyright J Tacken 24.3.2015
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hands held
leather handles of bags well worn
weight heavy, as my heart
I stood helpless glancing towards
mountains, close as you
to touch
bitter cold
no words forthcoming
we held glances
on the empty platform
waiting for the train
time suspended, tears were shed
how far was it you’re goin’
till you reach your destination
call me, can you ~ will you
tell me if your happy
found your way
I’ll be here should you return
if home is where you’d rather be
you want to find yourself ~ you said
will I lose you if you do
a train pulls in
a last embrace
a tender kiss
doors close
my heart held silent
begging you
to stay
©jmtacken Jan 2014
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I am taking a different path with this photo and not continuing with my version of the Blind Sight theme this week. I hope you enjoy – open as always for critique.
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