Louisiana Red Fish by Spencer Blake
Leaving your troubles at the exit
should’ve been easier after all we’ve learned.
Incandescent lights in the distance,
we find ourselves in our own created darkness.
Lips stitched tightly together,
by an unknown thread whose other end lies at your tired feet.
My undying love can set you free,
its embers ignited by the thought of you,
simply call my name.
I miss you more than you can see, but only feel with your frozen heart.
Cracking the ice between us at last, our souls remain, having left my bones at your doorstep.
I never cared what you did with your body,
your heart always belonged to me.
I punished myself on my knees, each time you left and every moment since.
The day we met I knew after five minutes of looking into your eyes I’d never be the same until you returned.
Park bench at waters edge I await.
Our lives are not our own at this moment, but could be.
Her Two Cents
Poem 4 is part of a poetry series that was shared on the Baton Rouge feed earlier this year. While the words were written about a particular person (according to a message posted by a person claiming to be the author) they could also represent the voice of the animals in our lives. So often we get consumed with human-to-human relationships that we can forget the ones we share with all other living creatures.
