I just can't seem to stop writing these! Ah well, more for you to read. So this one has two poems in it, because they are very closely related in the characters written about and the situation, and they're done in the same style. So, here they are!
It was me
In the moment before
it was me
that held the gun.
It was me
that was brave.
It was me
that was the hero.
But in the moment
it was me
who dropped the gun.
It was me
who was cowardly.
It was me
who couldn't pull the trigger.
In the moment after
it was you
who grabbed the gun.
It was you
who was detached.
It was you
who killed him.
Now
it is me
who holds you close.
It is you
who is mad.
It is us
who will never be the same.
What have you done?
It was windows
In the time before
it was my window
that protected me.
It was my window
I stared out of.
It was my window
that was my escape.
In the time
it was my window
that led me to you.
It was my window
that brought our love.
It was my window
that led him to take me away.
In the time after
it was the asylum window
that reminded me of freedom.
It was the asylum window
that reminded me of what I lost.
It was the asylum window
that reminded me you hadn't come yet.
Now
it is the lack of window
that liberates me.
It is the lack of window
that reminds me of your broken promise.
It is the lack of window
that frightens me.
What do we do now?
Well? As with my other poems, it should be clear who the characters are.
Until we meet again,
Shay.