Judas

I have you
In the corner
Of my eye.
Your smile
Slightly turned,
As in the crystal
Corner of a glass.

Across the table
Your slender fingers
Twist the knapery.
The sorrowed remnants
Of our meal
Are tumbled into disarray.

Even now
I feel the tension
Of your distress,
And count the tortuous 
Travel of your tears
Along the intervening years.

I can taste them even now
As I am looking 
Out to sea.

JL Oct 2nd 11:27