Monthly Archives: May 2011

Let’s Dance

Let’s dance, you and I. I saw you watching and I saw you laugh. I caught your smile in my heart.

Let’s run, you and I. Let’s leave everything behind and run. I saw you crying and I did nothing to help. I watched your tears move on your skin and I just stared at you. So let’s run.

Let’s play, you and I. I know you can. I saw the make-believe in your eyes and I took notes on my hand. I closed my eyes and saw your face.

Let’s just sit still, you and I. No more dancing, no more running, no more make-believe, and no more tears. Let’s just here, side by side and be, you and I.

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The Window.

She stood everyday and waited. Waited for the snow. Waited for the spring. She watched the world change and fall. She looked on as lovers became companions. As friends became hateful through jealousy and age. She laughed at new born’s, and secretly danced with the old. She cried when the young were laid in the earth, and looked away, when someone walked by alone. She hid behind glass and wood. She tore at her skin and bit through her lips. She took apart her body as she waited. A broken Miss Havisham. No one knew she was there. No shadows of her body graced the walls or walked in the light. She played make-believe in her cell. Flowers died around her. The sun gave up the fight of trying to break through dirt and grime. Her window was a looking-glass to a life, a life that was never meant to be had. Her body turned to dust and sand, gathered in a corner, still waiting to be released.


Prepared Words

There is a hurt, it is easy to see it on her face. It lies just under her eyes. If you stand next to her, you can feel it. She doesn’t look at you, because she’s afraid you’ll ask. She’s afraid you’ll ask if she’s ok. She’s afraid she’ll lie and you’ll walk away and leave her. She can’t tell. There is a pain in her side. If you try to touch her, she’ll crumble in your arms like a child. She has no more fight, no more forgiveness. The words are all prepared, why she can’t be there. Why she can no longer come out to play. There is a line for every question. A one word answer for every kind look and ‘I miss you’. She is walking away from you. She is always moving, looking for a comfort that can’t be found. If you look at her closely you can see her tomorrow. She is the woman who lives in her make-believe, she is the woman who longs to see the daylight on her skin. There are options, people say there are, so it must be true. Their words are all prepared. They’ve been told what to say, and how best to say it. She isn’t listening, their voices sound rehearsed. She can see straight through you. Your eyes are open and warm, nothing sits under them. Your voice is steady and calm, not shaky and laden with tears. She’s leaving, and all you can do is watch her. Watch her move slowly through a crowd of strangers, her head tilted slightly to the left. She’s letting the dying heat warm her best side. She’s letting her heart settle and her eyes heal. She’s taking herself home.


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