angel by Emily G Myersshe sits silently
cigarette smoke rises in circles and swirls
she misses him
but you wouldn't know it by her face
she doesn't cry
but the pain pleads for release
she hates him
and she could instantly love him again
she can't sleep
the hotel room is bare and unfriendly
she watches TV
never hearing a word or seeing a thing
she holds her chest
pretending it doesn't hurt but it's killing her
she's not jealous
but she knows truthfully she's better
she doesn't move
if she did, things would fall apart
she stares ahead
moving her eyes would cause a loss of control
her brain doesn't miss him
but her heart knows the truth
09/23/2001
Author's Note: for, about, inspired by Angel. did I already post this?
Posted on 09/03/2003 Copyright © 2025 Emily G Myers
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