in a different way,
which I'm supposed to understand --
but which I don't.
I must be missing a portion of the script.
When she left him,
it went from "what was" in all its rich detail
to a sassy present moment
devoid of the past that included me.
It broke my brain
to have been loved with respect and devotion,
only to become like a forgotten knick-knack.
A shock it's been, every time,
to be addressed, upon the slightest whim,
casually, carelessly, angrily, coyly,
as though to a mistrusted peer.
as though to a mistrusted peer.
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