see me
out here
stripped raw
thin veneer
of laughter and hope
displayed
on my every day
face
Can You
see me
stranded
next to my bed
cascades of
screaming covers
at my feet
every
night
Can You
see me
feet planted
on the solid ground
of your love
every memory
folded inside -
a tender caress
on
mussed sheets
The first months of raw anguish, then the grieving years and for the past half decade or so the learning to love and live almost normally again.
