17 years later I still see her face.
I see her in the glamorous moue of some random starlet,
I see her in the tilt of the nose of the checkout girl.
I see her in the curve of the cheek, the bend of the elbow, the small of some strangers back.
I barely remember her, it was so long ago.
I have been without much longer than with, but she still haunts me.
everyday.
I see her face in the mirror and I understand
why my stepmother hated me.
it's alright,
its all tight its all ok.
What would she think of the woman I have become?
Would we be friends?
Would we be at odds?
Even after all the choices I made,
the hearts and laws I have broken,
would she still love me?
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
17 years later I still see her face.
I see her in the glamorous moue of some random starlet,
I see her in the tilt of the nose of the checkout girl.
I see her in the curve of the cheek, the bend of the elbow, the small of some strangers back.
I barely remember her, it was so long ago.
I have been without much longer than with, but she still haunts me.
everyday.
I see her face in the mirror and I understand
why my stepmother hated me.
it's alright,
its all tight its all ok.
What would she think of the woman I have become?
Would we be friends?
Would we be at odds?
Even after all the choices I made,
the hearts and laws I have broken,
would she still love me?