October 18, 2019

• the empty sky

  

  i never thought that i was beautiful
  until my husband said so: "gorgeous, gorgeous"--
  (those were the first words he said
  when he saw me naked.)
  i felt loved...

  it is quiet, more peaceful
  when one is not admired
  and the spirit lies listless and tame
  like discarded petals
  found the next day on the ground...

  i lived like that once, like the lost
  aging of the same empty sky.
  now each day, the sun rises
  lonely as a king
  armed with many subtleties and rumors
  of events past or still approaching

  and no one says i'm beautiful.
  the mirror is melancholy and distracted,
  swamped by the worries and practicalities
  of day to day existence as leaves shed
  their shadows on the ground

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