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.