Character changes

A Poem by Lydia Waldock

I feel as though I’ve changed a lot, that change although good may inflict change of others.

There was a change in her
A hardness that contradicts with the softness of her eyes
Her eyes.
My god her eyes
They were like smouldering ash trays and smoking cups of coffee
My god I was lost in her eyes
So much so that I couldn’t see the aged skin around them wisdom, stress and too many nights of dreams keeping her from sleep
What had those eyes seen for them to perice my souls the endless grasp of her gaze
“When your filled with gold your heart hardens quickly”
She told me after I told her she was my golden glistening sun lighting all my bad days.
Her face was always hard to read laying on fake and new emotions to throw everyone off her trail
Hitch-hiking it home was the winding road that she created for herself
Hadn’t she been mine?
Where did my version of her go?
Did she become new again to throw me off her tail?
I’ll crack her case to get her face to be resting in my arms.

© 2018 Lydia Waldock

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The Twin Arenas

Great last line. It's weird how one day you notice you've changed, and that everyone else has changed, and that everything else has changed, and that they all probably think the same thing about you, and that they all probably think the same thing about themselves, and that they probably all think the same way about everything else.