Andy
When I look at you
sometimes I see myself
aflame with fury & shrouded with this
silent rage
I see nights of isolation when only
the bitter cold shifting to summer rain
bore witness to the scorn of my tattered youth
Fallen around my footsteps
Stepping out of my life
as if it were pantyhose with runs
in the knees
& clothing myself with this
invisible mystery
That only others as lost as myself
can see
When I look at you
Sometimes I see the fragile folds
of the emperor's proverbial robes
tracing your form
like a thin dusting of snow
For you too are forced to wear
the imperial dressing gown
of the cruelty of fate
I think it might be abrasive
but vibrant
like a red crayon
against so many muted white walls
gone gray with time
Aimee
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