Old Loves
I've been seeing you everywhere
in every dark-haired woman
in any slender boy
But seeing you tonight...
my heart stuttured
my stomach danced and turned
as if you were a past love
And I suppose you are
I wish I'd saved the words
all the young foolish words
that made it possible
for you to look through me tonight
I wish I had committed them to paper
that I could pull them out of my letter drawer
and rail at the naive child who wrote them
imagining myself wise
I wish I had said them to your face
You would have called me on my flowery tongue
You would have cut me off at the knees
You would have brought us to the heart of the matter
I wish you had yelled at me
I wish your voice had gone cold
I wish it had taken an hour and not days--
our resolves coming to their inevitable heads
But it didn't
and w never had that fight
We battled with words
those slick, malleable, silvery things
glittering one meaning in my eye
and another in yours
I no longer have the context of our words
just the substance, the subtext
and an afterglow that obscures me from your sight
I only want you to see me when you look at me
Look at me
