Tuesday Night at Emile's: and yet she looked so

Frank Prem

a disaster

 

it was not her
he should have known

 

she had never seen him before
knew of no emile

 

thank you for the flowers
but I have to perform another set now
good luck finding your lady

 

no
she owned no red shoes

 

he knew as soon as she spoke
it could not be this one
the voice was not right

 

yet she looked so ...

 

he had been certain ...

 

so familiar ...

 

he must be going mad
pursuing a phantom
and for what

 

his life has become unrecognisable
a mess

 

his head aches
from the noise
of his thoughts

 

he has difficulty swallowing
through a lump that has formed
as though ready to

 

soiled
he feels somehow soiled
and cannot resist brushing
at imagined specks on his jacket

 

he must go home to wash
to think
this cannot go on

 

she was so familiar
he could have sworn ...

 

go home

 

stop being a fool

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 31st, 2018 01:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: 11/18
  • Category: Fable
  • Views: 14
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  • FredPeyer

    Sometimes it is as if our brains are playing games with us! You captured it well!

    • Frank Prem

      Cheers Fred. Thank you.

    • Goldfinch60

      Such an emotive piece of the saga Frank, I do hope he finds 'red shoes'.

      • Frank Prem

        A difficult journey for him.

      • Tony36

        Well written and expressed

        • Frank Prem

          Glad you enjoyed the piece, Tony.

          • Tony36

            Welcome



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