A willow woman
With spiked heels and sassy stride
And contagious laugh that lured me into her life with playful words
Commonalities wove us into an easy friendship
Same wine, same music, same world view
Until . . .
He entered
And her eyes followed him, hypnotized
And her loneliness compelled her to
Cling to his words
Cloak herself in self-deception
As she became his shadow and lost all substance
A tenacious terrier
With body honed to steel
And wit weapon sharp and deadly
She voraciously fed upon change
An adrenaline junkie
Smart enough to carve her place
Determined to succeed
A warrior mother fighting through heartbreak and disappointment
Our friendship a braid of Time, Triumph, Travails
Everlasting
Until . . .
He entered
And she drew into his orbit
And her loneliness compelled her to
Dream his dreams
Attach herself tightly to him
As she severed all other ties
Years from now
Confusion and Disbelief
Will mingle with their tears as they lament,
“He’s gone. He’s gone.
I became what he wanted, who he wanted.
But it wasn’t enough.”
And they’ll be shadows without substance tethered to no one.
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| David Chapman-artist |
Copyright 2014 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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