i’m trying to understand.

really i am.

i’m not being bull-headed or

obstinate or

stubborn or

obtuse.

i’m not trying to pick a fight

or looking for trouble

or intending to get on someone’s

last nerve.

but still…

i’m not sure

what she wants of me.

what does she expect?

we’ve been together

so long now, you’d

think i’d know.

that i’d be able to read the

signs

or see some

tell-tale

hints of what is

REALLY going on.

so i would know how to

proceed.

what path to take.

which direction is

safe.

but in the end

it’s just as uncertain as

in the beginning.

(stranger in the mirror – 2010)

 

 

 

 

 

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About denelle

writer. artist. ponderer.

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