| Message | Her-
wanting, waiting, hopeing, trying.
Busy New York heat.
Picking up her bag,
walking away, down the street.
Her-
sitting, remembering, wishing, crying.
Alone in the dark,
thinking to herself
on a hard bench in Central Park.
Her-
hurting, breaking, choking, dying.
Laying down her bed,
memories play-
laughing, mocking, taunting- in her head.
I turn.
I see.
Beautiful, ugly.
Skin-fair, pale;
Lips-lush, longing;
Eyes-empty, shallow.
I turn.
In the glass, I see her,
And she is me... |
