Why’d I lose it like this?
My sorry ass on this bench of steel,
damned days, tough nights, alone, too real.
That flash, I feel no pulse, no breath
how could I, your man, have caused your death?
Eyes focused, cracked cee-ment skies above,
I ‘fess this sin to you, my love.
Still I ain’t quite sorry for this sin,
your cancer, baby, was doin’ us in.
Will these bars of steel always be so cold and real?
Her laughing eyes, her hair tossed back, carefree.
It’s no surprise that boys still stare, shameless.
No time to face the “who” she wants to be.
Another’s mouth or shape to be famous.
She shrinks near her desk’s safe, wooden edges.
They hide her shame from what she’s not become.
They shield her heart’s pain like forceful fences.
Her downcast eyes leave telling lies undone.
Her curved back bends to keep her head upright.
So many jokes, laughs, jeers, stares, cruel ways.
She feels their mocking this pitiful sight.
Her loneliness tears through long nights and days.
She knows she cannot breathe just one more time
to wake next morning cursing nature’s crime.
Trail waters chafe the sandy shore
as distant sounds fade at the close of a summer day.
The apricot sun freezes with flame as its tint kindles each treetop.
The smiles of daytime are locked in each pocket of sifting water
lapping at the shoreline sands.
And as dusk sprinkles down, the secret of secrets unmasks
our forbidden love.
beyond me 