I wonder sometimes if you ever recall that night,
or the other one, or the one before because in honest
prose there are so many more. I look behind and
see an empty space where you should stand.
Looking back I am so full of thanks.
I looked bitterness in its eyes and refused to move
and in that moment I had everything to lose.
I thought I was alone and the heaviness stung
Because someone was watching.
I wonder late at
night, when darkness has me in its grips
how it is I could have missed.
Perfect timings, locks and keys.
As I lay alone on white starched sheets
the end of result of desolate weeks
I thought I was alone, the heaviness stung.
And you broke as you threw the anger at me
not for a moment did you look and see. The catalyst
of chance that had to occur, I know this now,
I was everything for her. As the emptiness stung
and you reminded me daily, I was never fully a lady.
And when I thought I was alone, when you weren’t at my side
when I searched in the shadows for somewhere to hide…
the heaviness stung, but I was never alone.
Blocking my path and leading the way. Silent smiles and
whispered love that refused to lay. Knowing eyes and
a hint of kindness enough for the shy. Perfect timings, locks and keys.
I was never alone, I just couldn’t see, there has always
been somebody, deep in the shadows, walking beside me.
Karen Hayward ©2016.