Black eyes
Cold
Distant
Pale
Hollow cheeks
As if she hasn’t eaten in weeks
Snow Geese migration
V Shape flying wedge
Gaggle of one million so it seems
Make a beeline south
Oblivious
To the broken dreams
Crushed hearts
Hopelessness
Slowly playing out
So far below them
She would have liked to know him
But her pride got in the way
It doesn’t matter anyway
Nothing left to say……
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011
