if you're shading
me
or hiding yourself
from me
i never know
when i take
your arm
just how long
i can lean on it
i never know
you
because i spend my time
filling in the blanks of
me
me
me
over and over again
with so many many many words
while all you do
is nod
say you understand
and
with perfect memory
tell me about me
and nothing of
yourself
protect me
no more
wake up and talk!
(be)
I return to this poem, for the many interpretations of "shade" cast shadows that remain still, yet dare not remain still. The words are clear; the source remains ghostly. I fit a new jigsaw piece, only to discover a differing illumination. I fear black magic must be at work....
ReplyDelete....and am unable to decide if the illustration is a true representation of the puzzle, or if it is I who is in the dark.