Elephants in the Room

We met and I told you the truth,
My past, my men, my women and self.
Why did I change, what were you for me?
That I could abandon all, for one I couldn’t see?

All the silences and the fights over doom,
All the dishes are rattling from the elephants in the room.

I skipped and jumped past years of my life,
isn’t this what you’re supposed to do?
The house and the car, the ties and the white.
The symbols for you, and I loathe the tight.

All the silences and the fights over doom,
All the dishes are rattling from the elephants in the room.

Then you go and her I stay, we
try to say it’s for the best, but 3 weeks is all it lasts.
And I’m stuck here in higher years
trying to reclaim the past but getting only tears.

All the silences and the fights over doom,
All the dishes are rattling from the elephants in the room.

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2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Proud Mom on February 11, 2009 at 5:50 pm

    You are such a talented writer: prose and poetry both.

    Reply

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