Herstory…

Herstory…

… repeats itself….

Run

Feverish
pushing
pounding the pavement
trying to keep my mind
and body from falling
as my heart lunges me forward
to run
run away from hurt and fear
run away from that moment
we just made
where you shoved past me
saying “i’ll call you”
My back aches with the
weight of my heart
as I stumble to some destination
and my eyes water from
the pain of you saying,
“you don’t understand”
because I do
and the feeling is so distant
that the memory of enduring
is muted.
i can’t expect you to do that
and i should expect you to do
what you must
but the india ink of our
memory is all over my hands
and face and lips and stomach
and everywhere I’ve held when I
cry
and I’ve scrubbed my mind
raw to remove it and the painful
awareness
like a salted tongue in my open wound
that you’ve said
goodbye…

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