(December 2006)
I can’t imagine
my reflection through your eyes
before you could see me through my own.
The pictures he painted for you
stories you were told–
of my most vulnerable mindset
my weakest moments laid before you
to take what you will
without my knowing.
I can’t imagine
how you felt for those years
that I was by his side–
your replacement
as it would seem
in a place where he was known by no one
a fresh start to a life of unfulfillment.
(June 2007)
ink spilling
staining the keys
filling space between
what was and what could be
beneath wandering fingertips
silent screams in my ears
leaking secrets
accepting thoughts as truths
words so permanent
they change the past
staining the keys
filling space between
what was and what could be
beneath wandering fingertips
silent screams in my ears
leaking secrets
accepting thoughts as truths
words so permanent
they change the past
