Peaches & Cream

peachesBPeaches & Cream

Maybe she gains strength from my sadness,
Getting bigger as she gets smaller all the time,
Now almost a mere spec,
A monster,

It doesn’t matter that I long for her,
It doesn’t matter that I love her
In fact, it makes things worse,

Maybe she feels safe or vindicated
When she knows I can’t find her,
Can’t see her
Can only watch her fade from a distance
Into her beautiful life’s ghost –
I won’t even know she’s there,

Can’t hear her in the kitchen,
Can’t hear her come home,
Can’t listen to her melody,
Can’t have her,
Can never have her,

Maybe this
Is how she survives,
By fearing me,
I hope I’m completely wrong,
Ma, don’t let your kids
Grow up to be poets.

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