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?