Over

We said
I'll never get over you
and we said it with delight
at who we'd found in each other.

You would not understand
but I'm beginning to.

I don't want to get over you,
because what if getting over you
is getting over love?

~March 29, 2011

Look

With you, it is your reflection
I stare at most intently;
it shows the qualities
I want to see.
But if you took my hand
for a moment turned me away
from my glassy gaze,
I'd find you not the same
because the mirror was mine,
and you in real life
are blurry around the edges.
I'm sorry I thought I could make you
who you are, who you are not.
You were already made
and all I had to do was look.

~March 6, 2011

Veil

I miss you.
I was afraid this would
happen
and I was afraid it wouldn't
(what kind of woman
wouldn't miss her man
what kind
of woman am I)
and now that the cloth
of anxiety wears thin
will I see that I still love
you?
Or was that cloth a veil between us
that you were never meant to lift

~March 6, 2011