Elegy for Eleanor
She wore a mask
Hiding her feelings for fear
Of their reality.
She stayed away too long
His traces had gone
Leaving only her madness.
Your truths are lies
And his denials truth,
His costs are high and you must pay.
Mad, I cannot be true,
They will lock me away.
Not mad, I am bad,
And it is not true.
But I know it is true, I am true.
Tuesday night
Stairs climbed in darkness,
feeling the familiar places before
reaching sanctuary.
Drowsiness dispelled by knowledge
of the night to come
and awakening to the morning.
Supper skirmish
He leaves
She waits.
Plate by plate,
She waits.
She waits
The meal is over,
table cleared
She waits.
She waits
determined not to beg,
and finally the arm comes
to make her whole.
crackedmirrors and angelpie 