Artists Meetings
(Epoch Three: 1986-1988)
I was hoping
It was only my imagination,
The times you left together
Leaving me alone.
Moments earlier we held hands
And before that we shared
Our love for our art
And fellow artists.
I felt assured
I was included
In the conversation
Or at least kept in mind.
It has caused mine distress.
Along with sad eyes.
What could have caused this-
This sudden change of heart.
Or was it from the start
All lies?
If not how did I offend
Did I go passed
A glaring stop sign.
I feel I was caught undressed.
There are those who hold
It's in the genes.
Some will never be truly loved.
Even where love is flowing
Like one happy family.
Still I will keep coming back ,
I mustn't flee.
Hoping to unfold
My own spirituality.