Nicole Johnson

It was the eve into the midnight sky
Where I stood up once I realized
Nothing at all was what it once seemed.
We sat side by side, limbs not touching– not even for a mere greeting.
You looked at me and my eyes remained on the sky.
“Forgive me,” you managed to say.
Eyes of fiery rain boring into my brain.
My lips set into a firm line and nothing escaped.
Moments later our eyes met and the words “Forgiveness for what?” spilled out my pillowed mouth.
I looked around as if for a sign, nothing came to me.
Nothing at all stood out.
When you spoke, I could barely hear the words.
The muffled cries and pleas didn’t seem to subside.
My invisible midget of a man strapped himself to my backside
Not once allowing me to hear the words you so desperately wanted me to hear.
The whispered words and soft sighs made their way to the pages of tree-made paper
But I could not see the words for I am blinded by the agony that stabs at my heart.
Thump!
Thump!
Goes my heart, a murmuring downpour of emotional hell.
“This too shall pass,” say the little man on my back.
Cool, calm, and collected with the snap of a finger as the rage that brewed inside suppressed.