When I saw her there
it was as if the wound opened fresh.
There was a catch in my breath,
and in my step,
causing me to lean against the giant oak,
in the park where they’d meet,
years ago,
before she knew of me.
Only a yard or so away
I spied the purpose for her presence.
A young girl, playing quietly,
wearing a bright red bow.
There it was,
the thing I couldn’t give him.
And that red…
rushing to my face now,
like it had rushed from my body that day…
I watch
but for only a moment.
And that moment was enough.
As I turned to walk away,
I felt the first tear fall.
April 21st
Prompt: Write a Six Words Poem
(A poem using at least three of these six words – or a six word poem for each word: Bow, Lean, Park, Saw, Tear, and Wound)
Tori Dreamer 