ON THE LIAR : MY HEAD AND HEART
Missed him for a week
Maybe I’ll see him on the street?
Hoping that it would, won’t be
But I’m not always
My brain tells me he’s gone; I’m done
My heart tells me he isn’t; I’m not
And in that space between
my head and heart
where rules fade
and restrictions break,
where all is grey
and muddled and splotchy,
I see him rise
Now calm and rested
Smiling, like he shouldn’t
Smug, like when he wouldn’t say
“I love you”, when I’m begging him to.
But his smile does nothing. He’s gone.
My brain whispers to me again and I do as it says
I turn my eyes back
And see him there
Framed and resting