Wednesday, August 1, 2018

I Am Not Someone Else

She slowly opens her eyes after we kiss
Almost surprised as someone else is before her:
Losing her reality for a split-second
In someone else's lips.

She looks through me;
When she doesn't, she wants to change me:
Piece by piece molding exactly what she misses
Out of my voided heart.

This twisted illusion of quick fixes 
Grinds my emotions into coarse powder
Which she sifts with impunity
As I struggle to make sense of it

One cannot learn to love again
Without letting the past rest where it lies.
As much as it hurts her, I can't be him -
I won't be.


Our desert (haiku)

I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones.  Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...