By Alison King
This is not a love poem.
This is a life poem,
a learn poem, a
build the bridges, strike a match, stand back and
watch them burn poem.
So what if
your smile is a
rainbow on bone?
Who cares if
your laugh's a whole
language I know?
The precise
shade of storm in your
eyes doesn't matter,
Nor the words
that spill from you like
dawnlight on water.
That door is bolted,
the curtains are drawn,
The garment, folded, tucked away,
Never worn.
This is a lost poem,
a lie poem,
an if no one saw it happen, it’s like you
didn’t cry poem.
This is not a love poem.
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