A Poem. On Valentine’s Day.
“The Day You Were Awakened”
Since the day you were awakened.
All that time across the mirror.
Didn’t you know you’d be taken?
Buy your beauty before you hear her.
She, too, is the one you cannot see.
You’ve looked too many times.
You are naked.
But you are not beautiful.
To my eyes maybe. Yes.
A luxury you can’t afford,
I’m afraid. Of What that means
To an end and about our eyes.
The day you were awakened.
I saw you were beautiful.
I saw you in the end.
