She was the twilight
that lit up in my eyes.

She was the moon
that lit up my dark night.

She was the star
that guide my way home.

She was here before,
and now she belongs to someone else.

I’m feeling inspired to write again
I tell him.
He looks at me with a pained expression,
And asks if we’re ok
Yes, I lie.
Straight to his face. Eye to eye.
Fine.
He knows the truth.
I am untangling knots, picking them apart with my mechanical pencil
Click click click
pick pick pick
It makes him uncomfortable-
My introspective searching
Quiet Contemplation.
He is Threatened
by my creative Expression
And the eager teachers that I attract
Disrupting our delicate balance
With their beards and intellect

You desperately search my eyes for answers
I don’t have
I’m just not that girl
but I will offer you this
it will honestly
seriously
inevitably
one way or the other
turn out all right
or at least
the way it’s supposed
to turn out
for you
one way or the other
Believe.

There is nothing
yet everything
wrapped up tightly
about to explode
lives will implode
right here
right now
bang in the centre
of this room

You say you never want to leave me
well
let me tell  you
that was about two hours before
you left

There is no smile
as wide as my smile
when you and
I
yet again
manage to navigate
another
heartfelt
difficult
painful
mile