Before you go, Sweep up my dignity. You see, I've thrown it away. It became irrelevant in your presence. Can I recapture it without looking in your eyes? What will I see reflected there? Yesterday’s letters expressed it plainly. Songs we sung to one another. The words now blurry; running on the page. Before you go, Take my heart from your hand. It’s held too tightly. Severed. Fractured. More resilient than I knew. The imprint of your fist will fade. Eventually. Before you go, Draw the blinds. To accept the light would be a subversion. Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
*Just a few old memories here…. All is well.