2007

Once again I am a child,
staring out the window at the pouring rain; 
mommy would return in just a little while.
Once again I am a wanderer,
sitting at the railway station 
waiting for a train that would never come.
Once again I am a wife
wishing you would sing 
without making a sound,
just this once.
I am tired of all the accolades.
I'm drowning in your presence 
so brilliant only on stage.
I wish you would talk to me
without saying a word,
so we could hear the sound of our souls
aching
as we drift apart.
Instead, 
we cry and we bleed 
as we cut one another
with memories of each moment 
when we chose ourselves 
over each other.
I have to leave;
the tide is coming and I can tell 
if I don't move it will swallow me whole.
A few miles in 
and a few soft melodies, 
and I begin to feel alive.
I step on the gas
and see nothing but your eyes.
I rush home 
and fall into the arms
of these letters so familiar.

2011