nervous chatter evolved into trips
and hugs and tears,
discussions and silence.
you were so beautiful,
but men had stepped on your spine
and your son was stepping on mine.
i said it wasn't your fault,
please don't cry,
but your back curved in concern.
i wanted to be like you in many ways,
to mend hearts at the price of my own
but your eyes haunted me at times.
I wanted to straighten your bones,
smooth the crooked path,
but how could i
when i let my own snap?
so i had to run far
from you and him, so far
to find where i am now.
my love for him burned away
but i still wonder how you are
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