Epiphanies
- Tabatha Jenkins
- Apr 3, 2017
- 1 min read
Once again,
the right words
pop into my head
only when
I see the back of yours
getting farther
and farther
away from me.
Already out
of earshot.
To you,
I am a goddess,
so unaware of
her perfection.
All the while
I feel so aware
of my imperfections.
Every moment
of selfishness,
doubt,
rash reactions,
and impatience
reminds me of
how inadequate
I feel.
I never thought
I would find
someone who
looks into my eyes,
even as my voice
rises, my words harshen,
my gaze narrows,
and still manages
to look completely
dumbfounded
by love.
Even in those moments
when you give in
to agitation
and turn away from
me in bed,
I can feel your
skin crawling,
your heart beating,
your whole being
craving
to turn around and
pull me close to you.
Because of this,
I know you really
love me.
And, because of this
I try to remember
the strength of my
stubbornness,
the will of my temper,
the undying need
to get the last word,
and control them.
The last thing
I ever want is
to not see
that overwhelming
love and admiration
in your eyes.
I call out your
name, you turn around,
I finally say
what I've been wanting
to say,
I'm sorry,
I love you.
