He stands alone on the corner.
Shaggy brown hair hangs
and tangles with the tatters of his clothes.
The colors have left him, so he blends
with the fog that has its fingers
wrapped in everything.
I barely see him, a ghost
in front of a window. But our
eyes meet. His eyes pierce the fog
and burrow into mine—
time slows, my speedometer
needle stuck on thirty-seven.
He glows, like St. Elmo’s fire,
I blink and it’s broken.
Those eyes held mine
for a fraction of eternity.
Something unsaid stuck
in my throat. Look back—
lost in the fog and the traffic.
But there, a glimmer.
One Reply to “Fallen – A poem.”
I really love the images you use in this poem! It connects with me.