Love Left Behind

Here he comes!
Beautiful....
Her heart beats faster.
She hears his voice
And lets it drip through her awareness
Like warm honey.
She feels sparkles of electricity
As he passes behind her.
Her skin prickles,
She shivers.
Her softness peaks,
Her spirits lift....
But only for this frozen instant,
And they fall as he strides away.
She does not turn around to face him
Because, in the depths of him,
She senses a deep abiding disinterest.
Oh how she is mistaken...
He walks away
Clenching his fists,
Inhaling the last of her perfume,
And lovingly thinking only of her.

© 2012

poem by Ruby Honeytip
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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