![]() SuperstitionA Poem by AnnaI was comfortable For a short while Like it would be ok If you saw me in The yellow light" I thought you saw me White against The falling snow On manor rooves On cottage shingles. I thought it was about The grass Being greener" The train, running Jumping into you Into your heart. Now as I draw away Into myself" Into the foggy Mirrored visage That I was certain Had something to do With God and Fate You’ve told me outright That it isn’t real. And I saw I saw how I looked In yellow light In laughter, in pain In the stormy field. It was never about Owning ducks and geese Hanging cotton sheets Having late evening tea. Your arms weren’t open To catch me When the train arrived. I saw myself Through the holes In your soul, aching For the thread to follow. And you ask me Why I don’t still love you Like I used to. I feel you’re asking God To attend your wedding After I’ve only just been To his funeral. I have died on this sword So much, so much. Every time I think of your face I remember you from Years ago" How I thought you Were looking at me In the yellow light. I’m embarrassed to admit I was wrong about you. I spoke you like My bible. I was superstitious before" And tonight I believe In nothing. I was comfortable In a life I never lived With you Who was never real. © 2023 Anna |
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2 Reviews Added on August 29, 2023 Last Updated on August 29, 2023 Author![]() AnnaRaos Crest, NowhereAbout"I say, Wendy...Always if you see me forgetting you, just keep on saying 'I'm Wendy,' and then I'll remember." more..Writing
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