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“Blue Sky”
He stood on
the edge of
a lie
trying to peer
over
the chasm
between him
and the truth
but the clouds
of deception
were blocking
his view,
he picked up
a rock
and threw it
towards the
other side
able to hear
the faint ring
of truth
when it hit
telling him
he was close
to the truth
but still unable
to see it,
he looked into
her eyes
as she spoke
to him
always amazed
at the sheer
brilliance
of the colors
residing there,
she never even
blinks
as he feels
that chasm
between him
and the truth
begin to widen
the slight twinge
of a smile
tugging at her
lips
as the ledge
of trust
he’s standing on
narrows
not knowing now
what direction
to look in
to be facing
towards
the truth,
he sends up
a flare
in the form
of a question
something
she can easily
answer
and shine some
light down
on to the
truth
through the clouds
of deceit
that she has
seeded
but she ignores
his signal
doesn’t look up
lowers her eyes
instead
and begins to
play with her
hair
the sun shining
through it
giving its light
auburn color
the look of
summer blond,
his footing
starts to slip
with each strand
of hair
she twists
around her finger
not wanting to
lose his balance
and fall
afraid
if he does
he’ll lose sight
of her
forever,
he continues to
listen to her
as his eyes
try and concentrate
on the rainbow
of greens
that are always
mixing
in her eyes
before being
drawn away
by the movement
of her hand
and then
to her finger
as she keeps
pulling her hair
tighter
and tighter
around it
the tip now
starting to turn
red,
he could feel
his narrow ledge
starting to be
chipped away
as she lets the
hair
around her finger
unravel
continuing to talk
but her words
drift past him
no longer listening
to the content
she puts in
them
his attention
centered
on that newly
released
strand of hair,
hanging now
in a loose
curl
and sticking out
from all the
conforming
straight strands
of hair
that are neatly
lying in place
till she shakes
her head
at the punch
line
of her own
joke,
then running
her hand
through her
hair
out of habit
effectively
killing the curl
as her fingers
feather out
her hair
sending that
rouge strand
back to it’s
original place,
he could feel
their joint worlds
pulling apart
being separated
by that wedge
of truth
that he just
can’t seem to
push aside,
the blue sky
that hung above
them
for so long
is starting to
fall
and no matter
how much he
still loved her
he knew
it wasn’t going
to be enough,
his eyes remain
transfixed
by all the
subtle movements
of her body
fascinated by
the familiarity
they had to
him
yet each one
with an underlying
uniqueness
that made it
all her own,
he takes no
notice
of her pause
in conversation
and the dead
air
that accompanied
it,
it was her
turn now
as she picks
up
on all his
non-gestures
his total lack
of animation
that he normally
has
when he is
engaged in
conversation
with her
or anyone
else
that he likes,
“not feeling well?”
she says
with a clinical
look
in her eye
he shrugs
“maybe I am,
a little under
the weather”
then gives her
his best
upset stomach
smile
which gives her
enough reassurance
that everything
is good
between them
not caring to
look any deeper
she continues on
with her story
blind to the
blue sky
that is falling
all around her,
the decision
having been
made
he allows himself
to linger
as he
takes in
as much of
her
as possible
letting his last
look
stop at her
eyes
carefully watching
the various shades
of green
mixing together
as she speaks
before turning
and silently
walking away
side stepping
the big chunks
of blue
that are crashing
down
in front of
him…
Tom Allen…10-27-2018…
He stood on
the edge of
a lie
trying to peer
over
the chasm
between him
and the truth
but the clouds
of deception
were blocking
his view,
he picked up
a rock
and threw it
towards the
other side
able to hear
the faint ring
of truth
when it hit
telling him
he was close
to the truth
but still unable
to see it,
he looked into
her eyes
as she spoke
to him
always amazed
at the sheer
brilliance
of the colors
residing there,
she never even
blinks
as he feels
that chasm
between him
and the truth
begin to widen
the slight twinge
of a smile
tugging at her
lips
as the ledge
of trust
he’s standing on
narrows
not knowing now
what direction
to look in
to be facing
towards
the truth,
he sends up
a flare
in the form
of a question
something
she can easily
answer
and shine some
light down
on to the
truth
through the clouds
of deceit
that she has
seeded
but she ignores
his signal
doesn’t look up
lowers her eyes
instead
and begins to
play with her
hair
the sun shining
through it
giving its light
auburn color
the look of
summer blond,
his footing
starts to slip
with each strand
of hair
she twists
around her finger
not wanting to
lose his balance
and fall
afraid
if he does
he’ll lose sight
of her
forever,
he continues to
listen to her
as his eyes
try and concentrate
on the rainbow
of greens
that are always
mixing
in her eyes
before being
drawn away
by the movement
of her hand
and then
to her finger
as she keeps
pulling her hair
tighter
and tighter
around it
the tip now
starting to turn
red,
he could feel
his narrow ledge
starting to be
chipped away
as she lets the
hair
around her finger
unravel
continuing to talk
but her words
drift past him
no longer listening
to the content
she puts in
them
his attention
centered
on that newly
released
strand of hair,
hanging now
in a loose
curl
and sticking out
from all the
conforming
straight strands
of hair
that are neatly
lying in place
till she shakes
her head
at the punch
line
of her own
joke,
then running
her hand
through her
hair
out of habit
effectively
killing the curl
as her fingers
feather out
her hair
sending that
rouge strand
back to it’s
original place,
he could feel
their joint worlds
pulling apart
being separated
by that wedge
of truth
that he just
can’t seem to
push aside,
the blue sky
that hung above
them
for so long
is starting to
fall
and no matter
how much he
still loved her
he knew
it wasn’t going
to be enough,
his eyes remain
transfixed
by all the
subtle movements
of her body
fascinated by
the familiarity
they had to
him
yet each one
with an underlying
uniqueness
that made it
all her own,
he takes no
notice
of her pause
in conversation
and the dead
air
that accompanied
it,
it was her
turn now
as she picks
up
on all his
non-gestures
his total lack
of animation
that he normally
has
when he is
engaged in
conversation
with her
or anyone
else
that he likes,
“not feeling well?”
she says
with a clinical
look
in her eye
he shrugs
“maybe I am,
a little under
the weather”
then gives her
his best
upset stomach
smile
which gives her
enough reassurance
that everything
is good
between them
not caring to
look any deeper
she continues on
with her story
blind to the
blue sky
that is falling
all around her,
the decision
having been
made
he allows himself
to linger
as he
takes in
as much of
her
as possible
letting his last
look
stop at her
eyes
carefully watching
the various shades
of green
mixing together
as she speaks
before turning
and silently
walking away
side stepping
the big chunks
of blue
that are crashing
down
in front of
him…
Tom Allen…10-27-2018…