tonight just the hint-est of moons
and my own breath to obscure it
the cold makes my hands hurt
as I fumble in my pocket
feeling for the surety of keys
someone today, in no doubt naïveté,
informed me I must not have wanted
to love him or I would have
found a way to make things work
as if somehow by forcing the faucet
to open all the wider more than air
would descend into that cracked sink
in spite of the break in the water main
I didn’t have the breath left to tell her
ain’t nothing that easy, but either she’ll
write that chapter for herself or bleed out
shaving off bits of herself to make things fit
that just weren’t meant to be
© Sarah Whiteley
Wow! You nailed it. I have moved on several times knowing that I could not make me fit. And after trying too….a long time. Must honor yourself and in that moment you honor the other.
Ouch! May there be an easing of the heart.
A most beautiful poem in its honesty of life and relationships…a brilliant write.
My lord – some people are just too stupid – well, maybe I shouldn’t say that but there it is. And yes, one can bleed out – a very high cost to try and fit into a place that isn’t right. Beautiful poem, my friend. -K
I was thinking it, though. Took quite a bit of will power to bite my tongue and not tell her that puppies should not be making sweeping proclamations. Thank you, Kathleen.
So few words,
So much said!
A really powerful poem Sarah, and so true
O very strong Sarah, from start to end (can feel the blood coming out)
very powerful poem, Sarah! I have been targeted once with a remark like that too so your words resonate with me. Even though we response accordingly , the words hurt at the time.