Yellow ribbon
in her hair
how would I forget about you
reaching
keeping the strangeness quiet
holding together
sanity
you would do well to remember
her voice
the texture of the strands you hold
you cannot keep them
but you can remember
maybe that will be enough
Enough.
ENOUGH!

what a stupid looking word

Yellow ribbon
I remember a time
when you were green
before I pulled all the blue out
and put it into my pen
to scrawl her name on my insides
like a cast in white plaster
for all my broken parts
but they’re mended now
it’s time to peel it off
one strip
one letter
at a time
it’s time
for my insides to be soft again
I’m scared to death
that the pale
long hidden skin
and scars
will frighten off anyone
who might warm me again
my hands are only this cold
because I haven’t had anyone to hold
fending off frostbite
just my hands folded together
as in prayer
but without the hope of an answer
without yes
no
or maybe
life is just living
just
‘here I am
there you are
goodnight’
and I can’t help but miss her

so Yellow ribbon
when I grow my hair long
and become someone new
I will tie it back with you
try to remember who I was before
and maybe then be true