Poem 9

Apr 9, 2016 • 1 min read

They tell me you are already gone
that hope is for fools
Some people slip away no matter how hard you hold them

By they, I mean me
those other iterations of me
I try to leave inside the mirror before I face the day

It’s hard to see your eyes
under the brim of a hat
or behind shaggy locks of unkempt teenage hair

It’s hard to know someone
when you cannot see his eyes

They tell me I don’t know you anymore
that this person is not you
only the shell of you, hollowed out by unknowing

But they weren’t there at dinner tonight
when we teased you about girlfriends
and you blushed so hard you had to hide your face

I patted you on the back
And I looked into your eyes

It was you alright