For a long time I pled
“WHY do you say you’re sorry
for hitting until the eyes of my heart
are black and blue?
WHY do you ask for forgiveness
like a man just learning two plus two?
So you can tell me how to live my life??
Act like I am still your wife??
After six years
WHY come back??
Distract, attack
pull me down to your size again and again and again
But but but WHY
and then ..
instead -But who
ARE you?
and where do you stop to sit and stand ?
Is there a pulse within your hand
within the spaces between your fingers when you go to spell your name?
silence
and finally after listening awhile
to the place where your heart is supposed to beat
I pick up my own questions , throw them out to sea
All the hard questions…no easy answers. Love this poem.
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