Saturday, March 22, 2008
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She and You
I’ve explained so much it seems,
enough for us both.
I regret, apologize, admit, confess …
a myriad of failings.
Why haven’t you?
You know what they are ….
I won’t repeat them here.
The burden of guilt I have assumed …
Why won’t you share?
I wonder if each morning …
do you see the person looking at you
who hurt me … do you?
Or do you deny any recognition and …
just go on with your life?
What hurts most of all …
is that you were never here
even after you returned.
The illusion of someone I had known,
but it was not you, as it happened,
though the outer resemblance was striking.
She didn’t love me as you had …
Her distance was farther away
than ever you had been near ….
when I could touch you.
She never smiled …
as you had so often, sheepishly.
When I opened the door Friday night,
I saw you there awaiting me on that couch
that you so disliked.
The table set, candles aglow,
your long braid and flowing skirts …
how much I do miss them … and