Look beyond the smile
a haziness around the eyes
if we come close a disguise
will last only a short while.
~
A picture would speak out loud
if in view we see this trial
an emotional glance is denial
Pride remains alone in a crowd.
~
This one afternoon she told me
as much that a picture is a why
hide with care a momentary cry
for the onlooker always will be.
~
I would if I could my tears release
If would you share love in peace.
©️ Scott F Savage 8/2020
A phrase
could be spoken
a hundred times a month,
a thousand over a year,
countless words in strung out decades,
yet one time,
just once,
would it have more meaning than multiple
utterance.
for that is it isn’t it,
an expression,
beyond is either a wonder,
not reflection of why anyway,
anymore
any time we hear it,
might our shackles go up in an instance,
for it is
just three words,
to allow a moment.
Please don’t ever forget
in recent years I began omitting
that closure
so anticipated and expected
whether believed or even yearned,
except when in the eyes
of one,
of her, of you.
Have confidence when the words were expressed,
always one
those rare moments when we did
find one another’s soul
waiting in windows …
you.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
Think about it for a minute
we live our lives with a smile,
someone asks,
we have a volume of denial
walk inside the mind of a sinner
come to terms
their own agonizing pain,
often tucked away in the depths
of some remarkable
exterior confidence.
What happens when fatigue
settles in on the exhaustion
trying to find,
trying to find,
only attempts
without resolution.
I once could not possibly
ever remember,
a smile I held for genuine reason,
beyond the need to survive,
the desire to be thoughtful,
a quiet serenity
so rare throughout
years of humane
commonality.
I have loved
for now,
it will be all I ever have.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
I found it
the eyes tell a story
that separation sort of
longing
trying to describe
suggest, wish, pronounce
within a pose!
Though little guy
with all his love
spoke in volumes his
consuming affection
for you
for mom.
I found a picture of you last night
an afterward,
a different time,
there, inside, a … dream
is love.
©️ Scott F Savage 4/2020
Settle next to me,
I could feel your smile,
I watched your eyes as
I open my mind to feel you
scrutinize whether or not I was looking
for you
they did every moment
every breath
every chance
touch your cheek
say hello is it like a life
that way ever always
you are here
we did piece together
linens splayed across the bed
bodies touching
fingertips and love
beyone idle
passion of surface desire
final selves
I had to find me
I hope the same
will your eyes sparkle
love
©️ Scott F Savage 4/2020
We could feel the rain
before it falls,
we could get a sense of our refrain
long before our fails.
Glancing upon the morning sky,
a streak of cloud
slide through the atmosphere,
it is that one warning peace – of mind
I’m alone at my own disposal,
an animal nearby is instinctual,
somewhat restless,
perhaps an intuitive concern.
I have a quiet demeanor,
as I see a world through the slats
of my apartment window,
this life I have now begun.
I wonder how easy it might be,
to not come back,
to suddenly be free,
less worry and all memory.
I would care about you,
wander in my ethereal
nightmare
hoping I may never hurt you.
Of course we all wish we knew,
sliding through the parallel
what would our universe be,
if a shadow could become our free.
I do think about that reality
that you and me we once used to be,
and now,
I haven’t any choice left to dream.
I only have what may be ahead of me,
in the privacy of my want to forever, see.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
I felt your presence
in words
in a certain greeting of norms,
i could understand,
and feel your moment,
planning,
living,
appreciating
so many aspects of you are,
in word after word after word,
something I yearn,
hoping the stories would never end.
I felt a love,
my own,
with tears in knowing
you are out there
with a desire to share
your world,
not an obligation
I pray,
only this opportunity
to tell me, again,
what is real in your life.
I don’t rue any repeat,
I want the same,
the sharing beauty
of a world I can visualize,
appreciate,
understand its value,
as applies
to your own
sanity.
I wish you might know the fear I have
in responding to your lament to disappear.
© Scott F. Savage 3/2020
Though it was meaningful
in it’s powerful tragedy
the night sky loomed
as the hours passed
this choice in the heart
forever drawn by fantasy.
He would now escape reality
for a brief travel
inside some crafted alibi
for coping
for understanding
how to survive.
He knew with a glance outside
toward the downtown sky
there in a distance
is a world he cannot deny
for his love
dancing along the treetops
forever
with his own naked eye.
She would be that beauty
always unattainable
yet readily
his heart and soul
would live inside her remedy
sweet eternal bliss.
Oh slow is this reality
as the doors clamor shut
seedlings lead the way
some sunrise
beyond the setting sky
gives credence
loving ways.
For in the magic of our time
inside the eyes of his muse
Sweet
will be this peace of mind.
I felt a sunlight today,
we had been in days of gray,
when the brilliance of the morning,
reminded everyone of a beautiful day.
I thought of her,
in her world away from me,
it is the place I go to every day,
in midst of the pain of my decaying way.
She comforts me
with her genuine love,
without condition,
only a desire,
a wonder
an ask,
and I am alway grateful to feel
her sweet demeanor
glancing my way.
She comforts me,
and lets me live to see.
– for z
© Scott F Savage 2/2020
I think it was,
really I do,
I go back and forth
only between me and you,
yet, I cannot,
for the life of me,
this travesty
explain away,
a broken heart,
an unrealized life
moment.
The foggy window,
stating words
as the cold air
was left outside,
and the expression,
her look
such confusion,
an indignity
to the beauty of her soul,
that which I had,
well, I began,
I mean, this night,
was about,
I wanted to,
just say it.
I stood alone,
watched her drive away,
‘is this all there is’
‘is
this
all
there
is’
couldn’t get past
that phrase,
such is a hurtful declaration
when one knows
nothing
about the other
in a moment,
in just one brief
moment.
I watched her
drive away,
and then it began,
my pain, our pain,
our, my, we both
found a need to
go away.
Yet I never
stopped
imagining,
I never began
a newer life,
I never believed I would go through life,
in a panic,
when the thought of losing her
twice –
I lost you once,
now,
I’ve begun to cry,
for the second time
it seems,
when in the moment,
when recalling a dream
seems
so incredibly wrong.
I know I have begun
this
before today.
I know I have begun this, again,
today.
I know I can only feel this
one way.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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