Alligator in the Swamp
The day you left, an alligator visited me
In my dreams. Lost, in the Florida
Swamp, the alligator was the only
Response, to me calling your name.
Green and brown vegetation around me,
And an alligator approaching slowly.
I tried to move, but my feet remained
Stuck in the swamp.
The same swamps we knew so well,
The swamp of our youthful travels.
The water reflecting now my fears,
And your absence.
The gator stopped not far from me,
And I realized it had your eyes.
Not only my feet were immobile,
I also couldn’t say a word.
In the alligator eyes, your eyes,
I saw two shapes going separate ways.