Poetry- Post Card Town

Blue top. Calm face
Black Jeans. Screaming silences.
Ear piercings glimmer
to the sun's light
Satin green nail polished
fingers tap the blue table
Moon on the right ear
Star on the left ear
A tight lipped face
staring the screen
A calm lit face
staring the river stream
One does not look
into each other's eyes
Other does not ignore
each other's presence
When do we cross
paths again?
Until we stop
giving each other wounds
Until we start to 
see what we brought
into each other's lives
Until we start reading
the post cards we are yet to
write for each other
sharing time
sharing space
& 
all that brings words into life.