could anyone know just by looking at me- that i have sat up all night
on the edge of the bed,
re-living over and over the last words we said
to eachother,
in loud ugly voices,,
that cut too deep and wont be healed.
could they also know that my eyes are gritty,
from tears
that washed down my face
and blurred my sight with black mascara.
could they possibly know that
i think i died
inside
when you slammed that door
at 1:20 am-
and i am still waiting for you
to turn that knob ,
and come to me,
as i sit on the side of the bed
holding a stuffed toy...
do you think they know? |
