Tears In The Pool
Bittersweet
crimson root of anguish,
intransigent plant still flaunting
itself through my heart, twisting, digging
deep into crevasses of emotions
that I cannot
remove.
It’s pure raw
pain to be around little girls;
with mine lost to me, and they’re
everywhere; they’re
everywhere.
~ ~ ~
I saw her last night
in the smile of another child, the
sparkle in her eyes, the quick and eager
graceful fluid movements of her lithe little body,
the music of her giggles. I’ve felt my soul crumble in church,
at supermarkets, and driving past school playgrounds ... I saw her
once in a swimming pool, her dark hair and sunny eyes
squinting wet at me above the surface, the rest of
her submerged; I knew it wasn’t Sheena, but
there she was, come back to me
just long enough to break
my heart
again
