Mireille Astore

Separation

 

Only gently

I place the hanging strand of hair

behind my ear

I do not want to ripple

the soft pain

lying there like a pond

 

Time

is dissolving your pearl

Helen

Now

on this warm summer night

where stars

out of my window

draw the shape of your illusion

Security

invades your mind

I can no longer touch you

not anymore

never again.

©Mireille Eid