A Prissy Teacup
You give me a smile that only comes from you
I smirk in my dreams, understanding it fully
and what it means to us, my body and me
upon awakening I realize it had been six years
since I have seen that look….
loneliness has become my companion
like a carving knife, it slices through my heart
when I look up and see a teacup with a flower
or a doily
you were prissy,
yet delightful
and I thought
mine….
you were more than a habit
you were my heart
I stare at joyful children
kicking leaves
and I see your eyes
I see you
in my dreams also
six years of you
tomorrow cannot fix the
loneliness of today
I pick up my pen
and begin to write
hoping I will not look up
to face another prissy teacup
for I do not know if I can bear one more…
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