Holly

Sometimes you can’t explain, the hurt you feel inside , the way her face fails, my lover, proud, unbowed, no longer hails the sky, but dances in the clouds, nothing in the way, but retreating light, or how her eyes play, a woman of rage unbowed, she beat out her time, but hated crowds, once she jumped the rail, found places safe to lie, plenty of times the jail, when she’s down, behind my confessional sighs, her face blue as dawn, did I once ask why ?