with some regret

it was like
she had already said it,
so resigned was he
to the inevitable

so instead
of taking in her words,
he watched the way
the breeze played with her hair

blah blah blah
with some regret spoken
and time to move on
and needing space —

as he breathed in the
full expectation of rejection,
knowing, within minutes
that hair would finally be free

of him

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant