Little Deaths
There were moments
Years
I thought
I might die
From the pain
Of betrayal
Of sensing
She
Was close
When I was not
Sure
It was not mine
It was
Her name on a screen
My kid knowing
Before I did
Me knowing
Before my kid
Who knew
I did
From ice skates
And wake-up calls
Fuzzy time
Lines crossed
Fluffy language
Dressing up hard truths
Like soft lies
Still
Shared accounts
And speakers and trips
Inappropriate giving
Of gifts
For occasions
When shared celebration
Should not have been
A means to end
Innocuous
Relationship
Work
Pics
Posted
A woman knows
Did they
How many
Were taken
With more behind them
Too many moments
Of your
Of our
Lives like years
Felt like deaths
To me
And yet I did not die
Did I
Only we
And my family
I am right here
With my perception
Perhaps partial
To my own heart
But
Not
Wholly
Wrong
Either
-me
Painting: The Little Death by Lori Field
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