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Desperate (Tritina)

I wish I knew how, had ability to turn
away from you and not look back to see if it
affected you, my turning away, walking off.

I want you to miss this, and I fail to pass off
the distance as a gravely unfortunate turn
of events, see truth within desperation, it

blinds, consumes, and (I hate to, but) I admit it
impossible to justify the breaking off
of any contact to once again inward turn.

I want to reach within, find this, and turn it off.

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Another Fall

Green departs to seek
a more fulfilling role, which
it found in your eyes - 

more glorious than trees that
fade (like me) to muted brown

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Requiem

Released and slowly drifting to the earth,
the leaf departs her tree in mournful grace;
though both will live to see another birth,
none same will be returning in her place.
We meet as always in the space between
the branch's bud and parting leaf stem's end;
a tearful eye, a tugging force unseen
does will the laws reverse, gravity bend.
Enhanced though was the nearly naked tree
by springtime's bloom, her fallen trembling love - 
released to serve another destiny - 
in turn, will be the better than above.

Leaf falls to rest, and in her fading sigh,
she breathes to tree her final sad goodbye.

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Rental

I wish I had the video
of all your mental pictures
so I could see what that night 
looked like, where he
touched you and why
you let him in…
I want to watch the whole
damn thing, shades drawn,
sitting on the couch
with only a box of Kleenex – 
I heard the ending
is a real tear-jerker. 

Knowing me, I’d watch it
over and over 
and pause
at the 
exact 
moment
you said yes, 
trying to read 
the eyes that now
tell 
me
nothing.

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Detox

in the moments when
I allow silence
to permeate the
endless storm of doubt
that thunders through me

I realize
that it hurts more
to let silence
in when it has

been so long
absent, and
how very

much I
have to

heal

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Missed

Distill emotion
to one cliché “I love you”
call it poetry

Wrap all your feelings
in colorful box, ribbons,
call it greatest gift

Inflated ego
sworn superiority
call it all I need

I hear no trace of
regret in the voice speaking
of indiscretions

I see no sign of
truth in the dark eyes that claim
to love me only

I feel not the touch
of kindness from hands that give
only when they need

Hit-and-run kisses
when all I need is for you
to linger a while

Beware the high ground
only time until the fall
inevitable

Singular captures
only the essence of one
and that one is you

I lost myself there
sometimes I think you love me
for bending to you

So say it’s untrue
though every verb indicates
quite the contrary

I can not believe
manipulated words when
you’re hiding your eyes

Redeem, for this heart
that fell blissful into you
is reaching out still

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One

Spring marks no return
to life from sleep, no rebirth
of something long dead...

but here rises a new hope
from the ashes of the world.

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Yours

I understand
the need for redemption
when all they do is ask about me
and the phone company has never
even heard your voice.

The scar on your leg
hasn't yet faded from our accident
four years ago (you study those
scars every day, as if searching
for blame)

and you find it

buried beneath cobwebs of
false hope and deflected
stories of the life you had
and the life you have…
I can do no right
here, within the 
wish-I-was.

If I were stronger maybe
or you less so,
I’d bandage your wounds 
and rock you to sleep
but you are motion-sick
and healing just fine
without me.

How long before the
questions subside?
Will you answer in the
voice of pride, or reason?
Six years’ fallacy, or
merely unfortunate?

My legs are torn too,
but I don't wear shorts in the summertime
(I never tan anyway)
and I never said I was beautiful.

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Taken

Last month now seems the
distance of long ago, when
hope stood in doorways

Your walls familiar,
yet strangely distant for the
backdrop of a year,

a year I think I’d
rather let fade into the
folds of memory…

Never needed you,
but only what I thought you
could have provided – 

excitement, promise,
without a thought to the fact
that I was empty

and you could never
fill those places that simply
longed for her within…

I sought you, I found
miles of nothing underneath
laughter’s skeleton

and I cried for us,
not because we were ever
anything, but for

all that we once thought
we could have gained, and all that
in this, we have lost.

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Impressionist

I’m too caught up in
your dabs of red and purple
to step back and see
the flowers you claim
to have created.

“It shall be a Masterpiece
worthy of the Louvre,”
but I can’t do anything
except watch you repeatedly dip
the brush in the colors of your lies 
and throw them at the canvas.
“I’m painting you, my love.”

I saw your pencil sketches, 
but only began to fear 
when you began to make them permanent,
dragging oils across my
indistinct image.

Now all I can see is
my reflection in the frame,
squinting, trying to make
sense of it all as
you’re phoning the gallery.

“A Masterpiece,
behold my creation,
the perfection of the form
in divine inspiration!
My colors, my themes,
in perfect combination.”

As though you need them
to define me.