Reconcile
I did choose, didn’t I?
And I chose love. Lonely lonely in the moon.
Thought you’d ask me not to leave.
Thought I’d always want to stay.
Lonely lonely the island cries,
so that the mouth can barely speak.
Lonely lonely
that was you,
clapping in the distance,
applause. Crept in like a shadow
underneath the door-frame.
You’re the one
in the sky, in the dark, in the night.
Lonely lonely rests
the things I couldn’t say.
That was you with your weight against the door.
I’ll be the one
to hold you back, to fly away to what I want
to make, to cry out loud
to choose.
[© 2010 Sophia Nelson]
