It took everything, every bit of strength I had,
To say, The others will be missing us.
He turned on his heel and left.
It’s good to be the queen of nothing
Let’s say I’m someone
empty as a pitcher,
discordant as traffic, human as an alley cat,
stiff-legged and torn-eared.
So many I’ve lost; I see them
Down a long corridor the door open
To a bright snowy day.
It can be waiting
And telling your children to wait
Wait their whole childhoods away.
It’s knowing they blame you.
A bad time is coming we agree
I peer ahead at the changing shades of gray
On the road ahead
A light rain falls
The sun came up this morning
Like a madwoman’s red eye
And you, my love.
Why do I feel alone without you
Whom I have never known?
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