bifocals
I never knew you
how I wanted to
you’ll say that’s cause I
never knew me and
you’ll offer a cold
logical critique...
handshakes... so to speak
as you wave a palm
magnaminously
to the open door
with its double-hinge
...keeping the outside
out, the inside in
behind the newspaper
and the coffee rim
the war is brewing
as turmoil within
to better ourselves
and the sty beneath,
but just what is sin?
putting on our best
collective chagrin
one leg at a time
it’s hard to extract...
where we might have been
this is not a tear!
in our underwear
the fabric of our lies
is much stronger than
what has disappeared...
faith, trust, years, but enough
of this rolling down
with underbelly
spilling on the chin
I was meant to stand
tall against your wall
where I measured up
always below the
arch of your eyebrow
the spectacles of
the past have caught up
with me at long last
and I am ready
to level my self
here in the cave of
misunderstandings
out of which my breath
is fast escaping...
10.03.2020
Be Vulnerable challenge @spurtsofdark