DON'T FORGET HER
In the house she sits quietly
growing.
Her hair is knotted in balls
of love.
Don't forget her, it's easy
to.
She's in the fire remembering
and yearning.
Face her, it's easy to.
She belongs in the mirror.
Her face, her reflection,
have been dubbed over.
Don't leave her choking.
It's easy to.
She's alone listening,
nothing is alive.
She's crying, it's easy to.
Screaming for she'll never
be.
Silence, solitude in the
house.
Burn it down, it's easy to.
And she will forget you.
It's easier to.
© littlejoga
13/12/99
