Sunday, October 28, 2018

The One


There is the one who got away 
The one you pushed away 
The one who helps you find your way 

Only the luckiest get the third woman last 
The rest 
Go looking for eyes that commit 
On the faces of women whove run off before you can beg them to stay 

How did I 
Become 
This 
Shadow 
Always waiting in my own wings 
Giving away curtain calls 
To whoever shares a shimmer 
How did I 
Become 
This 
Memory 
Of what used to be
Projecting futures 
In What could have been
Neither a story worthy 
Of me withering 
Here
Forever
For women who will not return
Who should not have left
But did anyway 

When did I forget the part where the woman sets me free 
The part I walk on my own two feet 
When did I forget 
The shape of myself I held 
Before my skin
Knew her hands
Before my lungs
Knew her breath
Before I was worried 
She’d forget 

When did I 
Agree to be 
This shackled skeleton version of me
In the waiting 

When do I 
Speak in present-tense again


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