So I Thought
All years of would-be, could’ve been love-
All of them behind me, some residue of
A dream at the bottom of an abandoned
weeds consuming the landscape.
Some shadow of a girl dancing
with light in her eyes.
And you keep treading water, and I keep
sinking downward, never knowing
what to expect in
such dark waves.
I look for coral reefs and
see my reflection in some
old mirror, cracked by time and pressure.
I see I am no Siren, even though my hair
is red and my skin fair, even though
I thought I had enough songs to last me
January 14, 2016