there is a pain in |my| stomach
when the words are not there.
feel for |me|.
there is fire on the Everything
when the words come too easy.
feel for |me|.
|i| am so confident
|i| am just not sure
that |i| am >>really<< confused now.
feel for |me|.
when children just do
and |i| am still trying to analyze the beauty
of children and doing,
and the chemical sheen of oil in a rainpuddle,
and falling leaves,
or the color of leaves,
and the way she kisses or does not,
or our combined breath
in a still and snowy night,
and every emotion,
and every feeling,
she just cannot understand_______
because |i| do not have the words
and every metaphor is too trite -
nothing will evoke
her precious tears of appreciation:
a token of goodwill and pity.
feel for |me| then.
when |i| revert to this literal contruct
which just _does not_ cut it:
feel for |me|
and pray my animosity fades
to a mere shadow of hers < <<
which she has learned to fold
so many ways
and make beautiful paper and pride fishes
or birds
or roses
until it can no longer be called anger|
but every color at once, and the perfect sound of intelligent discourse
which only she can so lovingly translate.
feel for |me|.
and if perchance she becomes lost and gains nothing,
applaud.
|i| am not then what she thought i was.
|i| will have most likely
stopped trying to be that person.
but, until then,
there are all those beautiful people
and all those beautiful slices of life
she is so very, very gifted to see
while overlooking practiced looks of pain
and continuing to feel life
instead of me.
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