[poetry] end of a fling

[wellownedbkup]

the end of a fling
... a terzanelle

we no longer love, but stare out windows;
not speaking for fear of what we could say
to old skeletons, the bones we expose.

ragged edges of self began to fray,
rag-doll threads that unraveled and were lost
(not speaking for fear of what we could say)

as structure built without counting the cost,
with lies and wishes for a better life--
rag-doll threads that unraveled and were lost.

thinking that one day you could call me wife
leaves you as love's fool, choosing to be blind
with lies and wishes for a better life.

empty phone calls where i struggle to find
quiet words: only what you wish to hear,
leaves you as love's fool, choosing to be blind.

if i could just speak! not tongue tied by fear-
quiet words. only, what you wish to hear...
we no longer love, but stare out windows
to old skeletons, the bones we expose.