Perhaps if I try harder
I will be able to remember
how I got here.
On this crisp October night,
leaning against the telephone pole
and inhaling the stark air
pretending to admire the starless, moon-dead sky...
Trying so hard to recall your stinging words
and trying even more to forget them;
to cast them away from my memory forever
Like the leaves that scatter
before the wind's furious entrance;
it leaves me breathless
and gasping,
but still wanting more
of the sweet, cold seduction...
Perhaps if I try harder
and concentrate
on putting one foot before the other
(left...right...left...)
this lonely old lady I have become
will be able to remember
the way home...
All on my own.