Departure
I want to paint in words
the picture of our parting:
the
pain in your eyes,
the braids in your hair,
and the
desperation
The noises of the night,
the sounds of
celebration,
the flight of the bat,
the wind on your face,
and your consternation;
The pine perfumed air,
the
smoke of the fires,
the wood underfoot,
the stars high above,
and all that is good.
I want to paint in words
the
bittersweet perfection:
your face and your gown,
your hair
and your frown,
before I seek detection.
I lost my love
for you,
but I found another
- immediately -
-
unquestioningly -
for we have the same mother.
I want to
paint in words
and draw the parts together:
the family I
never had,
the family that cannot be,
my sister and my
father.
We do have the same mother
and we have the same
father
and he is out for me.