poetry in commotion...

oh venus where art thou

I walk out of the office, pushing through the throng of people while I head to find something to eat, my head down, lost in thought.  A girl walks past, bumping into me as I distractedly apologise, still immersed in my own problems.  I walk a few paces and stop with a start.  I quickly turn around and look at the retreating back.  It's Her.

Is it Her? I think its Her.  The fashion, the hair, the way she walks.  The familiar corner of her mouth upturned in a perpetual smile.  I start following her, picking up speed as I become more convinced it's her.  People shoot me dirty glances as I push past them, desperately trying to gain ground.  Did she see me? Did she recognise me? Am I going out of my mind? I fight a losing battle with the stream of humanity that empties out into the shops and arcades of Forest Chase.  She turns a corner of the bridge and heads into David Jones.  In desperation, I call out her name.  She doesn't hear me, or she chooses to ignore me.  She keeps walking.  I redouble my efforts to catch up, uncaring of the looks of indignation that cross people's face as I claw past them.  I run into David Jones and come to a sudden stop.  The walkway splits into two forks.  I quickly scan around, but I don't see her.  I curse bitterly.

In the end, I wander around for 10 minutes, trying to catch a glimpse of an angel from a distant memory, but my efforts are to no avail.  I dejectedly return to the office, my hunger gone, the bitter taste of a hope lit and quenched swirling in my mouth, haunted by memories of what was, and dreams of what could have been.

With heavy heart I now go to bed, knowing beyond all certainty that my dreams tonight will be full of her .  Goodnight.

posted by jaseypoo! @ 10:51 PM