Looking Back
Words drove nails inside
Eyes smiled a frown from your truth
A reminder of country days in field of grey
A curl in need of straying around
The soft lines of your perfect neck
It would have been good of you to tell
To exhale the only breath of beauty
My smile might have worked
My tales could have leapt
The truth you revealed as you walked away
nearly lost to the crowd
As it swayed in its own majestic way
(c) Francie McGivney
Words I love to write 