Who Is It? Poem


You lean down and gently kiss my forehead.

Tingling.

Beats.

Pleasing.

Warm.

I look up at your face in response but see nothing.

Blank.

Undefined.

Nostalgic.

Unknown.

It’s our wedding day and a long planned event.

Extravagant.

Cheap.

Lovely.

Disappointing.

Concern builds as I hope it goes on without a problem.

Loved.

Abandoned.

Exciting.

Ignored.

I look towards the future in reflection.

Freed.

Trapped.

Lonely.

Content.

I awake in my bed seeing all of it was false.

Crushed.

Relieved.

Upset.

Hopeful.

Who are you?

Faithful.

Loving.

Caring.

Unwritten.


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