Repentance


 

While my words slit the air around
I imagine myself getting out
of my body. And that girl
is not who I am,
But a mere reflection
of the anger I felt.


I wish I could just grab
those words in midair,
crumple and then
throw them away.
Slap myself over the mouth,
and yell aloud:
“Shut the fuck up!”


But I ran. From the rage.
From my own tale.
Out the door and into rain.
I ran.
Though I didn't get far that day.


And you, my love,
found me on the stairs
where I hid;
“There you are!” you said.
“It was cold outside.”
“Come here.”
Nestled in your warm
embrace, I cried.