In That Moment

Hold me in your arms
Just one more moment before you go
And in that moment, I’m sure I’ll know
All that moment could have been

Within that listing nuzzle:
A final breath,
A final beat

Each interrupted,
Incomplete,

Replacing in their dying space
New pulse and sigh interpolates

In that moment
I’m someone new
I am not me
You are not you
We entered lovers
Left as friends
Moment over as it ends

-Galwyn

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Hindsight

My hindsight’s 20/20
I’m going 20 over the limit
I can’t forgive you,
I can’t forget you
No reservations for residential

It seems that the spark,
Has gone from your words,
No longer reflective of the rearview

You weren’t as close as I thought
And yet, close enough
A floater or flare
Ever aware but can’t omit you
I can’t stop, but can’t hit you

Hindsights 20/20
But mind’s eye is feeble
When she swerves from the blind spot
And shatters my shield

As the basis blew out
Of that rattling speaker
Rain pattling beneath her
On my shortsighted fingers, wiping the weeper

-Galwyn

Cataract Headlights

Cataract headlights glisten
Your hand in mine
Over the motor I hear you just fine
While I sit here and listen

Cataract headlights squint
Below my loving smolder
Your head rests on my shoulder
View lost beyond the window’s tint

Cataract headlights blinded
I took your way, you – the highway
And as I look to your seat
I’m ever reminded

-Galwyn

Barrage

The bumper of the car was there,
And she wasn’t

So I thought.

For what is there to do
When hearts are broken
To my misfortune-

I was not.

For perhaps some outwards agony
Would garner sympathy?

Perhaps not.

I thought until the sun came up
Without any conclusion
I thought I might convice myself
But it would have been illusion

Perhaps I could escape the fight
Inside some thoughtful mirage
But then I realized that hood
Was the true site of the barrage

-Galwyn

Proceed

Like my breaths and like my words,
I ramble in your heed
Scrambling for some clever phrase
To vocalize my need
For whatever this feeling is,
Inside, which you have freed

My mind goes numb,
My message jumbles,
My head and heart and words all fumble
Yet from far within this nervous jungle
For your favor – I proceed
In your courtship – you succeed

-Galwyn