I am felled by incoming sound <br />coming up from her throat-well <br />with a swooshing gush, <br />smashing against my inner ear <br />friendly lamentings <br />and apologies <br />sweet demeanor and conveyances <br />now clear; <br />that goodbye; <br />let's be friends; <br />come with these utterances, <br />which slice through <br />like ice <br />to within; <br />where I stand behind beaded curtains, <br />unable to defend <br />or flee. <br /> <br />Love demoted to a Lower Tableau <br /> <br />Transitional Friend.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/transistional-friend/
