You She Me

She stands between you and me

A rose-colored memory only you can see

A tainted vision of yesterday

Disguised and brightly shaded

By guilt, remorse and unkept promises

Beckoning you back

If I could forcibly move her

I would cut her out of our lives

Her image lingers everywhere

A thousand reflections in a House of Mirrors

In vain I reach out to move her away

But she is false and my hands

Cut only glass

And still she is there between us

If I could I would pick you up

Using you to bludgeon my way out

Destroying her image,

your obsession and my fear

I would smash through the mirrored house,

Misty illusions and half truths

Until I was left standing – spent and lifeless

In a glittering piles of shards

Now only reflecting 

the broken pieces of my soul

Staring back at me

All that is left after that moment of black pain

Instead I will exit your shining glass house

It’s really the Haunted House

And you must walk through your house of mirrors alone

Finding your truth, your exit, in your time, not mine

I’ll wander over to the Ferris Wheel

And if you get there and I am still in line

We’ll go for a ride together

Holding hands in a seat made for two

Otherwise, I’ll ride alone

Rolling up to the cotton candy sky

The ocean breeze dusting off my heart

Sun warm on my upturned face

As I swoop up to the heavens

And then back down to earth

(reminding me of our heady union)

making my stomach dip and dance

(like it did when you touched me)

The world topsy turvy

In perfect harmony with me.


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A poem I wrote about a long ago relationship, which subject - to love someone who loves someone else - many of us have experienced.