Phone pressed against my ear
standing in the middle of
the accessories in Macys
Elton’s “Your Song” filling my
heart, your voice and piano
moving me to tears
For a man who could never
find his words, your actions
always found a way…
He is a mirage
showing up only
when all seems lost
A vision of hope
consisting of
nothing solid or stable.
He is a whisper
unintelligible words
an empty promise
She draws near
and he swiftly
disappears…
After six years
you finally spoke the words
I love you
Quickly followed
by the admission of your preferred
sexual orientation
Were the words
supposed to lessen the blow for me
or for you
Six years you
put me at risk leaving me
no voice
Six years you
stole from me leading your
double life
And now
the words I love you…
Tiny white Keds
skipping down the aisles of Piggly Wiggly
one half size
too big leaving room to grow
Yellow gingham
fabric dancing above knees in flight
shrieks of glee
when she spies Frenchie mid aisle
His apron blood-stained
bear-like arms and stance open wide
her hands never quite
touch as she hugs with all her might
Memories of
the Piggly Wiggly
You damaged me
in so many ways
on so many levels
I am incapable
of lowering my
guard and loving
again…
Filleted in public
by the words of a madman
curious bystanders
watched in silence
No aid came
to her defense as
he laid her wide open
Drowning in quiet
suffering she fled
to a circle of trust
Seeking support
and healing only to be
attacked by her own
Again laid open
the silence of those
she called friends
crushed what was left
of her torn spirit.
She seeks forgiveness.
Not for you
who damaged her in ways unseen.
Calling on karma.
To act
in ways she sees fit.
Knowing your choice.
To live obliviously
beyond the torment left behind.
Forgiveness, of self.
Permitting a way
for her to finally move forward.
When you give your heart away
you risk getting it back, broken
with pieces forever gone…
The coldness
of his heart
is only surpassed
by the utter
absence of authenticity…
You taught me
that promises are just words.
Strung out
creating pretty pictures.
Leaving me
standing on false footing.
Lessons learned
so well I believe no one.
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