Opacity

by Christos Polydorou

2017-04-17 16.06.16
When I looked at you
I saw

the opacity in you,
like an un-ogling opal,

cloudy, as abstruse
as you were within,

as without. With, or without me.
It made me want to

reach out and wipe away
all the months that have hurt you.

But you didn’t need someone
to care for you, no:

you needed someone
to hurt you; so now you live with him.

Of you, were compounded by two generally
opposing things,

stolidity,
and tenderness.

The first time you shook
my hand you bruised it.

Subsequently, there might had been gentler
ways to show me

you love me,
however.

However.
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