Missed Connections in Louisville
Whisper Into Nothing (The Bridge)
Whisper Into Nothing (The Bridge)
The blizzard came,
after you were gone,
pounding on my back
with his frigid fists
and you took pleasure in this
as I made the long walk
from downtown,
turn-of-the-century
brick-faced buildings
grinning at me
through the shroud of snow,
my foot prints marring
the perfection of their walk,
reminding me of the place
uptown where you live,
where servants spy me
as rapist or burglar
instead of your lover,
I wanted you to stay
and catch the snow flakes
with me,
exposing our tongues
to the raw lash of winter,
where my wallet
meaning nothing in
the melting snow,
I wanted you to walk
this way with me,
studying the snow-laden limbs,
the ice-encrusted weeds,
in search of warmth.
To have the heat of your hand
But now, I stumbled
even fallen with my face in the snow
along this frozen waste,
my footsteps filling in
behind me,
as if I’d never passed
this way.
Why did I wait for you?
I need to find my way back home
Her Two Cents
The path back home is always there, even when our tracks are covered and softened by time. But the return trip will find us a different person than on the initial journey. Is it stormy weather that precipitates the flight or the lack of a confirmed destination? The reason for turning around determines who we will be once we get there.
