My Lovers Crime
My lovers crime,
was mine as well.
A blur inside my waiting curve.
Lines of myself waiting for his sorrowful brow lifted,
"Are you gone?" I ask him through stiff lips.
With his deep answer I hid myself away inside the wall,
hoping to disappear within myself,
to feel nothing,
while feeling everything.
Outside of myself,
his crime was committed,
and I myself am left to blame.
I braided my hair the way he liked it,
and stayed outside in vein,
praying for his return.
A homecoming needed to be made,
I needed to be warmed again,
I'm serving your life sentence.