One More Phantom

by John Smallshaw
(London, England)

Her eyes
opened
wide.
she looked inside of me as if she didn't care
I felt a moment there
when we connected.

Her words dissected me
chopped me up
and inspected me
and though I felt her there
I wondered
did she care?

She took me up and shook me up
I couldn't do a thing
'cept maybe sing a love song.
Was that wrong of me
could she not see
what she did to me?

And that is how things stand
I want to take her by the hand
and whisper in her ear
run my fingers through her hair.
I stare into some distance at something that isn't there
and I see the look within her eyes
And know she doesn't care.