Dissonance Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

I hear your tone
float across the room
with dissonance mournfully
ringing.
I couldn't help but hear
what sadness has become of you
and what your tale might be.

Who took your smile?
Your giddy conversation?

I turn to see your sorrowed face,
that was once filled with
enlightenment,
and I know who took it away,
and you look to me
with the utmost hate
and cold jealousy.
My heart worsens
and lead seeps in through
transparent skin to make me
burdensome with misstep.

I feel the guilt running through
again and searing,
fiery hot.
And, oh, I do regret what I did to you.

And I wish I could take it away,
to just stitch up your wounds
with a simple needle and thread;
but the pain will always be there,
whether I try to mend it or not.