Her Empty Glass - Poem by Tsani Jones
You can look in the bottom
Of that green coat glass
With that sad look all night
But you won't find me there.
You can tell your friends
All your hopes and dreams
While crying your fears to yourself
When you look in the mirror
Share a fake story of bliss
That your heart can't use,
Pretend you are right
Where you want to be, if that's what you like.
Tell your story. Tell the truth.
Say that prayer you breathe every night...
Because I am the wind in your hair
Weaving my fingers through, adoring you,
And you don't even feel it.
It's all wasted circles
When the path is a straight line,
This should be perfectly clear, dear
But I don't exist- only in wisps of wistful smoke.
The firelight of day shall fade,
And the gap widens.
That one in your core that leads
To having to admit the pain.
Kick the sand once for me.
Kiss the pillow twice.
Say 'I'll find him, or I'll die'
Three more times.
Because I feel it.
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