What is love?
What is love? Eve finds herself wondering as she sat in the waiting room.
When Jen comes out, donned in a crimson satin dress, Eve finds herself unable to breathe – finds it hard to. Her chest constricts and fumbled into knots.
“How does it look?”
She finds her answer to what love is.
“G-Great.” Beautiful.
Open the Door
It was a pretty
-- sunny --
June afternoon
I remember the sun’s ultraviolet rays
Enveloping my body when I walked out
I remember clearly
Though I’m not sure you would
I wanted to do something that day
When you fell
Would you have remembered?
When you tripped
When you suddenly lost your balance
When your head flew backwards
And hit the concrete ground --
All I could do was watch
All I could do was stare
I wanted to reach out…
Reach out and pull you right up
But all I did was nothing
I remember when you used to lift me right up
Next to the candy cabinet
And give me sweets and treats
Now all of that is gone
Your hugs – frail but firm
Your kisses – planted on my pink, blushing cheeks
Your voice – it’s been so long
So long that I’ve forgotten
Is that horrible?
But if I had --
If only I had reached out
And held that door open for you
Maybe you would be here
Next to me
Smiling
And telling me how much I’ve grown
I’m sorry I didn’t open that door for you
I Can See Again
my vision is blurred
colors blend together
stuck together
opaque, unclear
i trip
i fall --
every movement
jumps
blinks
flinches
my vision is clouded
black becomes brown
green becomes yellow
thin, black lines on paper
appear blank…
blank…
blank…
white..
.
.
.
.
…
someone notices
my trips, my falls, my clumsiness
holds out hand
grasps it tight
and pulls me up
I can see again.
It is clear.
No longer does my paper appear blank.
Rather, precise lines are interwoven on the paper.
There are a million different shades.
Thousands of the same color.
Color.
I can define it.
I can touch it.
I can feel it.
It reaches out and I…
I…
I can see.
Edit: I've changed the second to last full stanza.
