Today

Tonight was especially hard.

My mind betrayed me and spoke your name

Somewhere in a jumble of words.

Not your mother’s given name.

The name you taught me.

The name of pillowtalk.

But the pillows don’t talk back.

The name of moons shadowing dark hair.

The name of dancing around to Slowtown.

 

Today was especially hard.

My mind betrayed me and saw your face

Somewhere jumbled in a crowd of people.

Not the face you were born with.

The face you taught me.

The face of disappointment.

That feeling speaks still today.

The face of a pistol shot in the dark.

The face of betrayment. The same that I felt today.

-M.L. Wright

For H.

 

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