I don’t find it
much a tragedy anymore
that I cant count backwards
from ten;
it’s part of the sickness
I call my life.
Trembling once in her arms,
I don’t know how not
to go back to her,
I don’t know how not
to reach for her at night.
She was my world once
as I was her Moon,
she could forget about me
in phases
and did,
until I was new.
I am a new Moon always.
Yet she is always
just keystrokes away
to rattle my cage,
make me like the Cheshire
and small like Alice,
my mad hatter.
And I will sink into the bottom
of another starry night
broken and damaged,
as she casts her shadow
upon me still.
Not willing to let me go
selfish,
in a Sun soaked sky.
Abigale Louise LeCavalier lives in San Diego California by way of Mammoth Lakes California. An admittedly ‘self absorbed poet’ and full time Alien, Abigale writes from the heart. Most of her pieces are dark and revealing narratives of things and issues she has had to deal with in her life. Giving the reader a look on the not so bright side of life.
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