If I could
step away and forget
I would choose
to be alone,
to mask my feelings,
so my everyday,
would not fall into the trappings
of woe.
I listen to the quiet
beat of jazz,
I think of smokey rooms,
and scary eyes,
there’s a woman in there,
who everyone knows,
yet she struggles
to understand herself,
feeling invisible
every turn.
I wonder if
I will
ever really know
when the time has come
for me to step away,
let go,
let the universe
take me some other way,
instead,
I wait by the side of the road,
watch the cars roll by,
no one I know,
I’m the one, now,
invisible.
Living in this fantasy,
while outside,
the world became real,
now we did
touch each other’s soul.
What does it mean,
this, love,
what is the truth
behind the pain.
What happens when our bodies
convulse in shadowed tears,
at the point
where everyone else
doesn’t matter at all …
except her.
I stood there again,
on the precipice,
glancing into the wind,
I saw her outline,
her smile,
her eyes,
telling me it will be ok,
leave the mask off she said,
there is far more beauty in
real.
© Scott F Savage 3/2020
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