I am not lying

I am laying in a cupboard shack.
The wind blows through it.
It has followed me from Boston to this sheltered harbor,
where I am less protected than I've ever been.
Invisible as a fish in the ocean,
I've tried to listen, to understand the mystery of two people
who could almost touch, except they have in common trusting no one.

I am not lying when I say I tried.
There was a night we needed more than affection.
Though neither would admit it.
To tell the truth, it couldn't matter less
who wears the trouser or the dress,
but only who becomes visible to whom.
You saw me truly and I saw all you let me..
I am not lying now and I hope I never will.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading.

Reviews

[AYVID N]

"To tell the truth, it couldn't matter less
who wears the trousers or the dress,
but only who becomes visible to whom.
You saw me truly and I saw all you let me.."

Deep lines full of wisdom on relationships...Anabelle, your talent for stating common truths differently is unique. Keep writing and sharing.

[Anita Singh]

Thank you so much Divya!

[AYVID N]

You are most welcome Annabella.

[New Theory]

I may be wrong in reviewing this but being honest is what I should as a reviewer.

I felt like the poet has moved to a new place. Trying to fit in, in a slightly unknown world, finally the poet trusts someone giving it all of themselves, but is now afraid if what they did was correct, is the commitment worth it???

This was what I felt from the poem.