She looked into his eyes, hurting <br />Her lips still pursed, flirting <br /> <br />She took a step forward, halted <br />Her mouth tried for words, faltered <br /> <br />The line of his jaw, resisting <br />The glint in his eye, insisting <br /> <br />Her face froze for a moment, cold <br />She looked down again, old <br /> <br />He spoke softly then, rhythmic <br />His words seemed to help, sympathetic <br /> <br />She looked up again, searching <br />Her mind tried to work, lurching <br /> <br />Her arms reached for him, hoping <br />She almost braved a smile, coping <br /> <br />The quick touch of his hand, drifting <br />The frame of his body, twisting <br /> <br />He began to move away, betraying <br />His steps down the stairs, fading <br /> <br />Her heart seemed to stop, broken <br />She broke into sobs, choking <br /> <br />After so many nights, unending <br />After so much hope, unbending <br /> <br />There was nothing to show <br />There was nowhere to go <br /> <br />(dedicated to Zhang Ziyi and 2046)<br /><br />Wayne Guy Butterfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-9/
