you are the color fuchsia
you are the smell of lilacs
you are the dancing
barefoot in the kitchen with a broom
hair up on a Sunday morning
you are the way the breeze moves
unrelentingly in the moment

you are the reason I married him
you are the reason I got thin
you are the reason I stayed with him
you are the reason I heard I am an abomination

you are the reason I stayed straight laced
’til the day I came of age
you are the reason i drink now
on my good and bad days

I am a shadow
I am your copy

why will you never know me?

one day soon
could you accept me?
not how you want me?
or how i should be?

just me?

just mckenzie.

5.23 oakwood cemetery