Monday, September 04, 2006

I am Well

I pretend that I am well
So you will not think me ill
And take my hand, and kiss my face
And say that I am yours to grace

But you find out my secret strife
My fevered head, my darkened life
And secretly I’d hoped you would
For I’m remembering where you stood

You comb my hair and bring me tea
You smile, and laugh, and talk with me
You hold my hand up to your mouth
As if I’ll find you really out

You touch my teeth, my eyes, and head
And crawl, next to me, into bed
You know my sins, you know my faults
You’ve opened in me, all the vaults

But one, within my heart still rests
Clinging deftly to my chest
I keep it locked, I ate the key
So you could not find it in me

I watch you as, to sleep you fall
My secret? You’re not there at all