Keith Kennedy – Eagle – 3

by Keith Kennedy

I’ve oft dreamt coldness on your face
Eyes like an eagle, hunting
As you–with offhanded conviction–say
Hateful things about our life

I dream you no longer love me
That you’ve finally hit some breaking point
And rather than be angry or sad, you are
Resigned to the reality of it all

You speak matter-of-factly about what’s to be done
Logistics, not emotions, simple facts unbiased
It is the worst feeling I can imagine and 
It stays with me long after I wake


Keith Kennedy is a Pushcart and Rhysling nominee writing out of Vancouver. He’s recently handed bio-writing duties over to his beautiful wife who still fits in her old jeans.