raw

Twenty seven

Is an open wound

Raw

It will heal

Alone on the coldest days

I couldn’t tell another lie to save us

Comfort was the blinds thrown open

The light at the end of a tunnel in Brooklyn

never looking back

to spare another the ruin 

of loving you for a moment too many

would that I could have spared you

It was a magnificent life that wasn’t mine 

It would have been a glittering home and a brilliant lie

If I had tried

Left behind is the absence of a memory 

That once welcomed you home

But night now feels honest 

as if for the very first time

Honest and cold

He was always so warm

But it feels like me again

Where has she been?

She is older now and writing something new

Empty pages aren’t as lonely as in our youth

She wouldn’t face me when last we met 

I watched her through broken glass and tried to understand

She recoiled at the kindest touch

The hardest things we’ve ever done 

are always the newest 

But she knows now 

how to get to the other side

Where the water is clear 

The air kisses her lungs

And caresses her tears

And she feels finally understood

I finally understand her