I Heard He's Gotten Remarried

Thu, 01/04/2018 - 18:24 -- Kibbles

Something Old:

The children in the torn photo

You hide them in a box along with the other pictures

Whispers of something once perfect

He's never talked about those whispers

But you hear them when he holds your hand

 

Something New:

A wedding dress never been touched

It wraps your body in an envelope

Made to be pretty, laced in cursive letters

You hold your heart out in a letter

He cradles you with anticipation, ready to rip open your paper

To spread its contents on the floor

For you are a souvenir from the past

 

Something Borrowed:

The ring he gives you

Is made of the promises he used to give my mother

And the same words he whispered in our ears

Are now tattooed on your arms

The love letters used to be written for mom

But she’s no longer home

So they arrive on “your” doorstep

 

Something Blue:

The bruises are older now, starting to fade

But the blue betrays you

Hide it behind a smile and an excuse

Learn to say it like an anthem

Instead of ending family phone calls with ”I love you”

Finish with “Nothing, I’m fine.”

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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