He frequents her mind
with startling conviction,
burying trusting believers
the gods of karma, filled
and billowing pride.
the karmic gods rain
honoring those destroyed in your path.
beneath the wake of
destruction you left behind.
The smell of Lagerfeld
brought your face to the
forefront of my mind today.
The curve of your jaw
cutting into my memories
with a hard jar of realization.
Love dies not without
being smothered or
abandoned in the still quiet
the shake of her hands,
skipping over emotions
she express the depths
has turned and walked
Your mewling apologies
will never offset the damage
your abusive behaviors have caused.
It says something
when my anxiety level
noticeably rises when
you walk into the room…
Marathon watching Sex and the City
recalling the Mr. Big in her life story.
He brought her soul to life each time
he gifted her with his time and presence.
But she was never enough as he chose
others instead over her meager offerings.
So much time she gifted him, she
never became a part of a sisterhood.
How she regrets not finding her
Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda.
How she regrets Mr. Big…
She would give everything
in return for assured happiness
for the daughter she loves unconditionally…
they never spoke
or touched one another.
locked in separate minds
drowning in bloody marys…
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