Asked who ‘they’ are –
I cannot say for certain;
just a throng of people,
I suppose –
who did not do what they should have
with me.
Once near, now far,
or hidden behind a curtain;
they are unseen,
you see –
They’ve existed, but are now unavailable
to me.
The faintness of their murmur,
on the walls are written;
there is concrete proof
of them –
I know the difference between imagination
and memory.
I may prefer to forget
Rather than remember –
if only the heart would follow,
though it won’t,
for it cannot reset,
or relearn.
The eyes closed –
Darkness!
Reopened –
Anew!
A sense removed,
another heightened –
revealing what might have
been better
staying hidden.
‘They’!
-
all of them!
Posing
-
how fun
for ‘them’,
as if ‘they’re’ familiar –
as if ‘they’ know one another,
like in the portrait of my heart’s eye;
however, ‘they’ don’t
-
despite!
The pain!
shame!
Unexplained
-
is collective
so it is from ‘them’
and not ‘him’
or ‘her’
‘they’ are together
And they are not here,
While I
-
still am.
