She Doesn'T See
You are the urgency in my breath,
the ragged discourse that falls
from my trembling tongue.
Everything I need to say,
is wrapped around you.
The words hang from your skin;
ornaments of understanding that
I have yearned to pluck.
Yet,
it seems redundant to pull a flower
from your garden, and present it to you
like you didn’t know it is beautiful already.
I just hope you know that I appreciate you.
I see you as you are,
in all your tattered elegance;
Your supple tears, your steady glide.
You’re a ghost in a hall of mirrors,
with roses at your feet;
Wandering like a child.
Quietly hoping to find someone else
in the reflection.
"I am here…"
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2013
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