I came here thinking I could see you

I had forgotten about the roots weÂ’d once planted;
the vines disintegrated inside my palms

if the lines on my forehead could tell a story,
your eyes would wrinkle from the pain

featherweight ears;
promises keep going unheard
as they spew from your mouth

I canÂ’t claim everything was about me;

I wonÂ’t even own who you were,

but four years we danced around
abortion, marriage, and lies

(you always lied)

you never stepped on my toes
because I wasnÂ’t allowed to be that close.

12/01/2005