Heather Capelli Poems

No phrase that can explain the way it felt when
I woke from my bed in the middle of the night,
and slipped out quietly into the living room, so that
you would not hear my sobbing.
...

Before the hussle bussle of the day
before a million buzzings in my ear
before the things I do not want to do
and all the things I do not want to hear.
...

'John, ' I said, 'John...'
Everything that you want,
can be yours
if you only trust this moment.
...

Someone took my hate away.
My words of anger, published here
in pain and bitterness and fear.
...

I asked him how I lost his love.

'I couldn't really say, ' he said.
...