Neko

She shoots him down

she wakes up with the sun beaming to her eye
a heat cluttered stuck to her brain
spinning her head to unmemory
brink of blindness unsustained

digging back from her yesterday
forcing to remember what words were said
still nothing - as far as she can see
from the ten thousand scenes that twisted

a sudden spring of image clicked to her
from going back and forth and rewind
a shadow that made her laugh but not smile
is this the one?

she didn’t care where he’s been
and don’t care what he plans to do
a fool’s numbness sprouted and lingered
as they both let the day pass too

she waited for that moment that never came
and all her patience came burning
so time has sent the signal to halt
and she knows he always had it coming..

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note: Oh, was i listening too much to Stone Roses or not? lol..

a poem to pay tribute to Feb 2nd.. and the camera painting entry for illo friday.. so for those who regularly see my posts at another blog, my apologies.. i just can’t log in there.. silly they require me to have a Gmail account! pff..