VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.


Sohail A. Rahim

The wind blows in my face
bringing me the scent of you
and rushing through me soft as lace
refreshing memories of your fingers running through my hair
as you'd gently and lovingly take me into your embrace
making my heart jump
and causing my blood to race
as you'd place your hand on my shoulder
bringing me back to base.
I try to forget about you

but the memories just come crashing through.
I try to get you out of my mind
but you seem to stick like glue.
You may not know this
but it's terrible being without you
because everything out here
just brings you back into view
and whenever a bird flaps its wings
I only hear your name called out in cue.
It's in everything I do and everywhere i go
even when the cats mew.
I know what goes around comes around
like a spoon stirring hot stew.
I also know you're unavoidable
so i wait here for you to creep up and say boo.

© 1998 Sohail A. Rahim
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