It is a moment of time that stretches
and is lost forever,
gone are the days
when my name ran readily
off your lips and all I could do
was let you love me, let you protect
me, now
instead the faint whisper down the phone
as my first name is met with silence,
puzzlement, an abandonment
of once proud Feminist teaching;
now…
I am dust…
to you,
forgotten memory slides away,
the smile of a boy
lost
in the recall,
the eyes searching out and pleading
for a pinch of once former glory,
now…
dust…
now fading from view.
Ian D. Hall 2017