I saw you yesterday in a yellow dress,
the color of high dosage diazepam, through the
rain streaked window of a familiar bar, as I walked by,
somewhere in the city,
and I could swear you saw me, then turned away –
like that moment when a bird decides
not to eat from your hand. I had not seen you since
graduation, but I thought you should know this:
I hit harder in schoolyard fights when
you were watching (and you did watch!).
I tackled harder in rugby matches when you
I ran faster in races when you
There is an August beach photograph of you and me,
in our 19th year, tumbling hair, greedy as seagulls.
Maybe you’ve just been all the wild in me.
Some pictures don’t come down easy from the wall.
It’s been years of small victories and large defeats and
drinks poured, 3 cars, 2 dogs, expired drivers licenses,
landlords, mortgages, and 15 Christmases.
Are you happy as you thought you would be?
I’m just lying here, writing you this email on
these hard springs. So let’s meet at that bar, tomorrow. Yes?
Don’t worry. All is well here, but
there is Something Coming towards me
across the floor. Oh, it’s just a rolling bottle
of wine, this time.
There is a place in me that is never filled.
And this is where I am likely to be found.
If you can find this place – Do Come In.
Tony Walton is a Caribbean writer living in the Cayman Islands. His works have appeared in Storyteller Magazine, Moonkind Press, Whisperings Magazine, Mountain Tales Press, Out of Our Magazine, Poetry Bay Magazine, Burningword Magazine, Wilde Magazine, Nite Writers Literary International Literary Journal, Avalon Literary Review, Iceland Daily, East Lit Literary Magazine, Boston Poetry Magazine, Eunoia Magazine, Olentangy Review, Carnival Literary Magazine, Verity LA, Phantom Kangaroo, Tincture Journal, Star 82 Review, Seltzerzine, Literature Today and Morphorg Magazine.
Read more of Tony’s poetry in DM 88 ~ Audacieux éternal at http://www.dansemacabreonline.com