Lady Lonely's Lack of Love

describing someone else's scars for a change

From the gentleness she touches her own face

I knew

From the way she pushes her hair from her eyes

 

She breathes unevenly

As if there's something she's expecting

She thinks she'll have to cry again

 

Her eyes are deep

The holes there have been dug with suffering

I can see the nights of tears

Nights of lonliness

 

Her touch is soft

She glides over my skin

She's afraid to hold on

She doesn't press down so she can't leave an impression

 

11/8/1999