I have seen you

I am not her. 

i know that behind your smile

your jokes, your flirtatious remarks

lie scars 

that she can't

begin to ponder on;

i watched you shirk away from a loving embrace -

from love's own grace -

to fall

flat on your face

at the feet of an empty heart

            with a fabulous face

                thighs clad in lace

                 - made your heart race

didn't it

(i know it did);

there is no god, my dear

for i swear

there is no prayer

i have not offered up to empty air

to have you here

and not                    

                                                  

                                                over there