After long years I have made my own acquaintance, friendship is on a far distant shore. I know who I am and can recognize myself on the street or in a crowded room. I have a legitimate sense of wariness of the afore mentioned persona, nothing too nasty, just a discomfort. She is not someone I would bring home, maybe not even share a meal with but I can stand her, minus intimacy, minus any deep empathy. I feel an awkwardness in acknowledging her, strange as this might sound, she is no one to be ashamed of, not a truly bad actor and yet the reports say she doesn’t live up to her potential and I have it on personal authority that she actually surpasses it on most days and keeps this a closely held confidence. And there it is, I know her secrets but I don’t keep her. This is what makes me strange and her stranger.
Catch your reflection in the eyes of a friend
THE ONE I BOUGHT
There are fairy tales I never gave credence to
Multiple bear stories don’t move me
Cats with footwear have not warranted a second thought.
Now that one I still buy
Hook line and sinker.
And true love will fix the rest
That is what I have always believed.
The evil spell I have walked under
During my sad little life will be broken
Only by the durable and fulfilling love of my betrothed.
Each time this plan fell through
The blame was left to the wrongness of the match
But not the wrongness of the plot
Anytime I work to be restored to sanity by one person
I have displaced a rightful power
And thrown myself to the sea.