Is the emotion
we dream
what makes
them real?
I often feel
soundless
wordless
void of response -
just watching.
That is
until
two nights ago -
I yelled all night
at you and the
royal mess
you'd made.
And you
didn't care -
you wanted her:
shallow plain
and wordless,
and you laughed
at me and
walked away.
The devil
appeared
and he killed you:
first the mouth
then the eyes
first you
then her.
I know all this
is about change,
growth,
denial,
and that parts
of me need
shouting
parts of me
need light,
and I welcome these clues,
like knowing the sun
is there,
even when
it's raining