My Lovers Crime

My lovers crime,

was mine as well.

My act,



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,

because now,

I'm serving your life sentence.