In The Palm Of Your Hand

I kept the ticket stub-

......And everything else from-
...Our last theater date;

I am remembering it again-nostalgic;
That once entrancing scene-
......The tenderness
....That had wedged itself
...Inside of my psyche
Bursting itself open-an eternal flame;

Today i look for anything that reminds
.........Me of act two-
...And the Stage of our relationship
...Before the curtain call...
...That had me in the palm of your hand-
...And craving much more;

Alas, remembering has its negatives;
...........I become disturbed!
...For the theater and all of its flame-filled thoughts-
...All become wrong!
..........For at the very last-

...The Fat Lady Has Sung Her Song;

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!