LIFE IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE

LIFE IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE

You are gone,
living your life
in a parallel universe
where our hands
and our lips
never touch.
You speak,
I hear your voice
but the words are strange
and I don’t understand.
I sing,
but the melody gets lost
in the space
and the words garbled
by time.
I see you
as if reflected
by a mirror of my own creation.
Nothing else has changed,
your days are still the same.
The only thing missing
is me.

Mebw
© 6/24/13

WHEN I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME

WHEN I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME

I have a mask.
It has a painted on smile
and wide, friendly eyes.
There is a small basin at the bottom
to catch my tears.

I have a recording,
my voice from brighter days ...
cheerful, pleasant.
The sing-song lilt hides
the catch in my throat.

I have a costume.
I am a circus clown
and all the world laughs
at me, with me, it matters not.
When I don't want the world to see me

I simply put on my facade
and in the dark
I cry.

mebw
© 6/24/13

8.6.12 HARD RAIN FALLING

HARD RAIN FALLING

It starts
one drop at a time
from a white puffy cloud
just floating by.

The weight slowly builds
and the cloud becomes black
larger drops fall
in this water attack.

Get your umbrella
your galoshes and coat,
it falls even harder
creating a moat.

But do not dispair
this water do not fear
this hard rain falling
is only my tears.

Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 8/6/12