Her voice
Fades
As her lips
And eyes
Persist -
“You are wrong”
“You’ve been bad”
“You hurt me”
And his mom
Had called
Him special,
And why can’t
She see
He is special.
He sets
His jaw
Against
The lies
Her words
Fall short
Of speaking
But which
He feels
Sharp
In the wounds,
The wounds
That helped
Keep him special.
(Perhaps
She does
See,
After all.)
And her
Voice
Returns
Suddenly,
And “Is Tuesday
Ok?”
And nothing
About him
Is OK
But
“Sure,
Tuesday is fine.
(Do you love me?)”
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 7:23 AM UTC
Her voice
Fades
As her lips
And eyes
Persist -
“You are wrong”
“You’ve been bad”
“You hurt me”
And his mom
Had called
Him special,
And why can’t
She see
He is special.
He sets
His jaw
Against
The lies
Her words
Fall short
Of speaking
But which
He feels
Sharp
In the wounds,
The wounds
That helped
Keep him special.
(Perhaps
She does
See,
After all.)
And her
Voice
Returns
Suddenly,
And “Is Tuesday
Ok?”
And nothing
About him
Is OK
But
“Sure,
Tuesday is fine.
(Do you love me?)”
