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You don't even know me.
by Maria KintnerI wasn't lying, exactly,
when I spilled the school-girl secret,
and broke the balance between the sun
and the rain.
And you sat there,
while I tried to un-shatter,
my pieces all broken and chipped around me,
a sad face in the early morning cold.
More than anything, I never wanted to say it.
I once dreamed we held hands on a stairway
as you gently guided me up. But my dreams
had high ambitions, and I don't mind that we
were always friends.
I want, again, to walk on water. I want the melody to sound
the way it used to, with inside jokes, and the promise that you could
trust me to not let you down. More than a kiss, on last night's
over-made up face, and the alcohol in my tears.
More than a tired refrain for song we stopped singing. And more
than the reality that I was, really, just singing it alone. 02/03/2010
Posted on 02/03/2010
Copyright © 2025 Maria Kintner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/03/10 at 01:04 PM Very enjoyable write lady. And isn't this the bane of our existence, to love and not be known or not know the one we love? |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 02/03/10 at 02:53 PM This is great storytelling. :) |
| Posted by V. Blake on 02/03/10 at 05:23 PM Pretty sure this is the first I've read of you, but it certainly won't be the last. This is excellent--thanks very much for sharing it :) |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 02/03/10 at 06:42 PM "broke the balance between the sun and the rain" an amazing phrase, this is a very good write, the longing to turn back and go back to the way it was before the secret was spilled is true and the emotion felt. smh |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 02/04/10 at 01:56 AM As the others have said -you spun out a story really well here, lovely imagery and a command of language and careful choice in the way you put it together -nicely done! |
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