You were brilliant once,
and strong.
Your eyes were mirrors to my own,
reflecting back:
I've never known anyone so beautiful.
Arms around me, promising safety,
union, permanence.
Your voice, a mantra,
chanting This is it. The one. This is it.

That was it.

Your eyes are windows now,
open, and letting in the cold.
Arms empty: you are a liar.

You don't shine like you used to.

03/03/2006

Author's Note: Re-Lenting. Thanks, Tina. And thank you, Lindsay.

Posted on 03/03/2006
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