545 The Return [25 June 2003]

Sweet and savored.
as always,
with a grain of salt.
Fear runs rampant,
inundating the mind.
The heart pounds
like a locomotive
at the appearance
of the visage so adored.
Breath quicker,
skin moist,
mouth dry.
The one so hoped for
stepping down off the ramp,
a moment of joy freezing life around them.
The cluttered platform,
Once an arena of pandemonium,
now silent as night.
Inner emotions fragile,
terrified of the dream
fleeting away into the world of fancy.
For the heart would break
if this was so.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

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Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Karaoke singer. Love cats and baseball.
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