The jealousy of revenge
fixed my eyes with distortion.
I tripped over brilliant lies
hidden behind her green eyes.
Secrecy shrouds her long, auburn
hair that strings strung along places
we ate, slept, and daydreamed.
Hair that I hadn’t seen in years.
I’ve got a butter knife,
waiting to confront the truth
when she arrived that night.
She flipped the light on,
surprising me with a dog
that I’d wanted as a kid,
asking if we could start over.
With her serene smile, the dog
barked.
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