I Called Her

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight l called her.
Facing off the icy eyes of
the executioners of smile efflorescence
I called her.
In the contracting space between brick walls,
through the window of my melancholy
to the streets of abysmal loneliness,
I called her.
In the grey eyes of the withered widows
like a sagging sunflower in gloaming dusk
I called her.

Only in your eyes I found her
Only in your eyes she answered
when she was gone.