Wilted Boquet

When I close my eyes and think of you I see red, no I mean black

Where love and care should be

Anger and seething disgust

You’ve done it to yourself

I’d own my part if I had one

Shoved down and silenced

Disregarded and swept under the rug

A voice I will find, a scream and the truth

I close the chapter and won’t look back

You may have made me that’s all science or genealogy

You are like a black widow Instead of dude you kill

Closer to home you strike

I fell for your control you called love

Until I saw you, the real you

Stood up for me

Dropped like bad habit, into abyss I floated

A sad distant memory you will fade

A tear I will never shed

Even when you no longer occupy our skin

Other than a name you gave me

No sign of you will take residence in my life

Facts are facts no matter how twisted you’ve screwed yours

And then believed

He knows and sees all

I don’t hide or justify

Can you say the same

We all have one

The name I should call you, but I leave a wilted bouquet for you

Symbol of something you tried to take from me

Turned my back on you then

As I will now

Heidi Talbott

2022

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