The wave of relief that never came
I swam out waving to you,
You only turned away
My hero became the violin string at my throat.
The villain in my darkened stairwell
I was in the back yard my skirt short
Running from the spotlight
It's not pride like confetti this time,
Only pain
Only a blackness I invented, knitted as a garment
An hour before show time.
I looked out of our window your arms
About my shoulders.
I was willing to shut the glass,
Silent in my longing forever
The others too foreign and oozing in their
Experience.
I dreamt of another man, who knew it was you
It was you the whole time
Waiting for that wave of relief.
