last night you said..
in between the laughs
and the food
and the slight overtones with the hands
which were interspersed with the leftover emotions of guilt,
pleasure
and sorrow
that have been tucked neatly within the
day dreaming
and hopes
of what someday could bring
which were sprinkled with family
and new beginnings
and you cutting
your locks
after all
this
time-
some photographs full of new memories to come
and the new lovers
which
aren't
so new
after all.
we were traipsing
in the middle of the new faces
and the new spaces
and the places that your family
will soon own
and we sat down at that table
the one that has the fingerprints of many holidays
and evenings that we finessed our way through
as lovers
and friends
and barely acquaintances..
and you stood
beside me
in front of the mirror
and you wore that ring
that was a promise, unkept
years ago
and said-
put this ring on my finger again and tell me you want to spend the rest of your life with me...
that my love
is not something i can say to you at this time...
the words fell
like years of of your heavy locks on the floor
we scooped them up,
tied them neatly in a bunch
laid the scissors across them
which represented the occasion
of a severing-
of emotions
history
intention
and
what's to come...
