- Non-Erotic Poetry
- It Ain't Me
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I am not your opium
I do not have your keys.
I will not clean your ashtrays
Or bring you flowers on Mondays.
I cannot remember
What you forgot to tell me.
I cannot see
What you never showed me.
I took your picture from the wall
That separated me from you.
It lies under the brass bed
Gathering dust in the darkness.
I wear a precarious masque
To hide what needs to be hid.
I am by myself, but I am not alone,
I am wounded but I will heal.
I will build a mending fire,
Upon the blackened charcoal.
So go away from my window
The cold is seeping in.
- COMMENTS
dsoulabout 13 years agoI'm inclined to ask for whom the poem was meant to? A lost love? I do dig the way it ends.
