Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

there's a word
neither recompense nor retribution
not response
response maybe
but maybe you did respond
wiggled out of my embrace
I'm left a short sigh
like a brief dark cloud
twisting itself out of existence
fingers and arms
disappearing vapors

I wanted a little support
a minute
even if underneath insincere
just the illusion of a blown kiss
as you take your bus
touring your life
through Springfield, Salem, Plymouth Rock

au revoir - till we meet again

till we speak again

may we re-scent again