Imagery
Standing together, you and I,
I am happy; I feel loved.
I blame you.
Arm in arm, him and her,
I am alone with my tears.
I have no one to run to, no safety shield.
I have no one who knows me,
Or appreciates who I am.
Kiss in the hall, him and I.
I was flattered, and consoled.
Traitor.
Locking loving eyes, him and her,
I was angry... maybe jealous.
Up to now I have one last image...
Standing in my room holding the inviting point, me, myself, and I.
We came together only to cease to exist...
I'm still standing here.
A white line appears where the point grazed my arm.
Not a straight line, but a quivering wave.
I see my breath in front of me, but it's summer.
The silver point glistens. A light flickers.
What now?
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