Sarah

And he said
maybe he loved her still
that once he had
and perhaps he always will.
That though it's past
love finds a way to last
torturing
-already broken-
hearts.
And he said
she only needs... a friend-
someone she can just talk to
then someone she can turn into
then turn around
and fall into...
Trying to fix herself
and fit herself - in.
And he said
really-
maybe it's only sympathy
and a tad... of pity
but all alone (with me...)
she's really very witty
it's like she
'Really opens up to me...'
And he said
she looks half-dead
in her emaciated way-
a very fragile weight
and such sadness written on her face.
Contemplation in her eyes
as she struggles to psychoanalyze
in her Freuidian- Vonnegut
sense
which doesn't really make much sense.
And he said
she smokes weed
just before she sleeps
which is only-what?
Once a week?
A few hours
every few days
But he said
(other than that)
she's okay.
And he said
she really
reminds him of me.
He said
'yes, she's just like you...'

by Elizabeth Jordan Heinbuch

Other poems of HEINBUCH (21)

Comments (1)

Do I hear an overtone of 'Am I not good enough? Why must HE turn to someone else, if they remind him of ME? ' I like this work.