Oh God I whisper.
A couple lean their heads
together over a magazine.
I sink into my chair
and raise my book.
I walk outside in the humidity.
By the glowing fountain
and park benches.
I walk by familiar spots
and I only want to forget.
Examining every detail.
Oh hell I grumble.
Why must he control me so?
I see his every movement.
And I hope.
I hope for that old happiness.
And I hope for new.
I swear I’ll never
Mention his name again.
I’ll cut my arm before I say it
Damnit!
I only want to cry.
Alone by the fountain
and in the darkness
beneath the willow tree.
That place
where he held me
and for a brief moment
I was beautiful.
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I love the last part of this poem, Amy:
"That place
where he held me
and for a brief moment
I felt beautiful."
I added you to my links, so I can look at your site and comment. My site is http://starlightstarwrite.blogspot.com. I'm so excited you joined blogger!
Merry Christmas.
-heather
i like the "i hope for that old happiness" line particularly
heather told me that you got a blog. i love reading your writing, so i am happy that you're on here too =)
my blog is http://homechanges.blogspot.com
-Renee
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