My short story of musical wonder
My tired smile
Greets your tired heart at the door
Bruised and murdered
From her rapier wit
My comforting strangeness
Grasps at your colorless dreams
And forces them into
The stained glass windows of my future
The formidable pain she pasted
Over your opaque feelings
It’s music to my ears
It makes it easier
For me to dedicate
My love
My fears
My needs
And my righteous mornings
Of independent waves of ambition
To your
As yet unfulfilled
dreams of success
With her
It was hard and sharp
With taking
With me it’s not the same
And yet similar
I need you
Like she does
But I can carry it all
And she couldn’t
Even carry herself

~erin