Out of Phase

Ronald Levao

	To anonymous Pat
	who never came back,
	I offer half a teardrop.

From the dark, blank street
She suddenly appeared
In a blaze of pink and gold.

Whispers in the quiet night;
By the candle
We almost met.

Just a memory of my finger
Smelling sweetly of her later,
And a bleached=blonde hair on the bed spread.