©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Image: Yesterday’s Dreams by Jack Vetriano
Veiled in dreams that once came true,
the memories steal over you.
They cross your face, invade your space,
leave little sense of time or place.
You gaze upon a graying sky,
see darkly through a curtained glass
and ask yourself each question why,
while letting every answer pass.
You’re all dressed up, nowhere to go.
A world is aching for your touch.
You’re Jane Doe waiting for Godot,
as empty as the purse you clutch.
“I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips
along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness
that had been left inside me.”
“Mad – empty – crazy – lost – dying…
I was all of these things and nothing as well,
because even though I breathed and moved,
I was not alive.”