Gomenesai

An apology... of a sort.

 “It was an accident,” I said, in rusted words that tasted like bitter, bitter yellow

as you turned away from me, looking as blue as the wind

 

“I swear,” whispered, low and rough, like a square

But still you didn’t look back, in the afternoon, which was clear but felt like dying purple.  

 

“You know I didn’t mean to call you unloving, unlovable,” I said, soft and cold, like jade

You didn’t come out from hiding behind your long dripping curtain of black hair 

 

“or to walk away like that, and leave you, standing in the rain that tripped as it fell”

But I could tell you were crying, silver plastic jewels, like beads.

 

“that night that felt heavy, like gilded iron, after we fought, when you drove all the way across town, headlights dancing in the night

And I ran out of the house, all the way to meet you”

 

“I didn’t mean to abandon you there, alone in the night like an island abandoned in a black sea

Or all those cruel yellow plastic things I said like unseasoned green glass poison, you know I never meant them”

Yes, as silent as the moon sliding from behind a cloud, yes I did.

 

Author's Note

Questions? Comments? Suggestions? Love it? Hate it?
Do the metaphors work? Even the ones that seem to not fit, like "words that tasted"???

Reviews

[Collette Clark]

This is awesome, too. This is definitely my favorite of yours.