BETWEEN THE LINES
filled with reminders of love shared.
…he taught me it was OK to love.
I look in the mirror first thing in the morning:
and hear his voice telling me I am radiant.
…something I hadn’t seen before, but now believe.
My phone buzzes with a text message in the middle of the day:
I expect to see his name as the sender.
…he taught me I deserved the attention.
I gaze at the moon:
and travel back in my mind to countless midnight calls.
…we talked about everything; he taught me it was safe…to hold nothing back.
I gave him my heart. And he took it.
And he gave me his.
…but…he taught me things change.
I must move on, he said. Even though he still loves me, he said.
And so, I must. But…there’s just one hitch:
…when will I fall out of love?
Until then, I go through the motions
day after day: working, eating, sleeping…
…afraid someone will read between the lines and see my tears.
A shorter version of this poem was first written as a response to my mentor’s challenge to write a poem using all or part of: “…afraid someone will read between the lines and see my tears.” I wrote it and sent it…with the disclaimer that it wasn’t “THE poem” he was looking for, but that I believed I had another in me.
Then came along We Write Poems challenge on Thursday to revise/rewrite a poem I’d already written. I had contemplated going back to one of my earliest poems (when I REALLY didn’t know what I was doing!), but this poem kept gnawing on me.
I thought back to Wednesday’s Poetic Asides prompt to write a poem about how something changes…today’s Poetic Bloomings prompt to write about a friend and their influence on my life…and finally, Sunday Scribblings prompt: hitch.
So…BETWEEN THE LINES is the culmination of combining four prompts! (I didn’t even try to work in Brenda’s twelve wordle words…I wrote a separate poem for that prompt: CLEAR VISION (in which you will read I am trying to move on!)