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“Empty Dreams”
He tried
not to glance
at her
as she walked
across the top
of the empty
breakroom
floor
but her hold
on his heart
had already
solidified
well over a
year ago
so he didn’t
really have a
say
in what his
eyes
were going to
do
in what he
already knew
he was going
to do,
he teased
himself
with just a
peek at her
fighting his
eyes
to break contact
with that enchanting
form
only twenty feet
away
he was able
to
bring his eyes
down
look at the
table
for a split
second
before they
sprung
back up to
her
hungrily
hanging on to
her every move,
he didn’t really
want
to fight them
anyways
he had spent
the last week
wishing for
just a casual
look
something to
refresh
his last images
of her
that he has
been
over playing
in his mind,
she stops and
opens the
refrigerator door
bends down to
find her lunch
hiding among
all the other
pink and blue
insulated thermos
containers
he doesn’t mean
to stare
as his eyes
follow
every new
degree
of change
her body makes
during this simple
act
of grabbing her
lasagna
unable to look
away
afraid to miss
even the slightest
movement
or new angle
unfolding
in front of him,
she pops
yesterday’s dinner
in to the
microwave
feeling forced
now
to look in
his direction
as she waits
the minute and
a half
it takes to
reheat
lasagna
she knows his
eyes
are waiting for
her
hoping
for even the
littlest sign of
affection
on her face
a smile
or word
anything his
dreams
can grab on
to
but she’s not
in the giving
mood
today
tired
of all the
work
that goes into
an everyday
encounter
with him
but out of
politeness
she shows him
one third of
a smile
only part of
her lips
on the left
side of her
mouth
show any reaction
to her forced
recognition
of his presents
he was hoping
for more
but understands
her reluctance,
if she handed
him
a full smile
his eyes would
never let go
of her
and all she
wants
right now
are a few
hot bites of
lasagna,
his line of
sight
finds the table
once again
feeling guilty
for bathing in
her reflected
light
not having to
try and remember
what he knows
he’ll never
forget
and with the
ding from her
jailer
her ninety second
imprisonment
comes to an
end
she takes her
fully heated
lunch
along with a
plastic fork
in hand
and she escapes
through the
door,
leaving him,
the room,
and his dreams,
empty
once more…
Tom Allen…03-01-2018…
He tried
not to glance
at her
as she walked
across the top
of the empty
breakroom
floor
but her hold
on his heart
had already
solidified
well over a
year ago
so he didn’t
really have a
say
in what his
eyes
were going to
do
in what he
already knew
he was going
to do,
he teased
himself
with just a
peek at her
fighting his
eyes
to break contact
with that enchanting
form
only twenty feet
away
he was able
to
bring his eyes
down
look at the
table
for a split
second
before they
sprung
back up to
her
hungrily
hanging on to
her every move,
he didn’t really
want
to fight them
anyways
he had spent
the last week
wishing for
just a casual
look
something to
refresh
his last images
of her
that he has
been
over playing
in his mind,
she stops and
opens the
refrigerator door
bends down to
find her lunch
hiding among
all the other
pink and blue
insulated thermos
containers
he doesn’t mean
to stare
as his eyes
follow
every new
degree
of change
her body makes
during this simple
act
of grabbing her
lasagna
unable to look
away
afraid to miss
even the slightest
movement
or new angle
unfolding
in front of him,
she pops
yesterday’s dinner
in to the
microwave
feeling forced
now
to look in
his direction
as she waits
the minute and
a half
it takes to
reheat
lasagna
she knows his
eyes
are waiting for
her
hoping
for even the
littlest sign of
affection
on her face
a smile
or word
anything his
dreams
can grab on
to
but she’s not
in the giving
mood
today
tired
of all the
work
that goes into
an everyday
encounter
with him
but out of
politeness
she shows him
one third of
a smile
only part of
her lips
on the left
side of her
mouth
show any reaction
to her forced
recognition
of his presents
he was hoping
for more
but understands
her reluctance,
if she handed
him
a full smile
his eyes would
never let go
of her
and all she
wants
right now
are a few
hot bites of
lasagna,
his line of
sight
finds the table
once again
feeling guilty
for bathing in
her reflected
light
not having to
try and remember
what he knows
he’ll never
forget
and with the
ding from her
jailer
her ninety second
imprisonment
comes to an
end
she takes her
fully heated
lunch
along with a
plastic fork
in hand
and she escapes
through the
door,
leaving him,
the room,
and his dreams,
empty
once more…
Tom Allen…03-01-2018…