who I thought I was
not the yelling voice in my mind
not the interpreted words of others
nor what I thought someone said
or thought
not the memory of my potential
nor the projected wishes of elders
not some better future self
when I met me for coffee
and listened as I told my long story
my heart broke
hearing the confusion that
I thought was just the domain of others
coming from the face
I never noticed
because I was brushing my teeth
were words that
made me reach out and take my hand
as I met my gaze
I was struck that the behind the eyes
feeling I felt as cold and angry
only looked wistful projecting out
how could I not have recognized
this person for so long
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