Blackout Poetry Notes

In Love

You were in love
with love,
but not me.

Another night
the snow falling,
the gentle flakes banking
on the street.
The sky, a place of
tender winter.

Peaceful.
Just one word.
It was exactly how I felt.

I relish
cheerful talk,
but that's nothing
to a good poem.

For a few moments
she was left alone, these moments
of solitude,
free from eyes upon her,
felt good.

The trouble
was the yearning
in wanderlust.

Youth lingered, then
walked away,
slow and quiet
no sign of life.

The great emptiness
the loss of a memory.
Could anyone
ease the pain?

How brave
I think you are
to be in love.

I persuaded myself that he
had somehow
hypnotized me.
I found myself staring
at the slight smile
on his face.