Splinter
By Tatiana Pahlen

I don't know why,
I pushed you away —
was I afraid of an open pain?
Your love like a splinter
had inflamed my brain;
Your growing demands
kept me insane.
Now that you're gone,
I wish you had stayed.
I miss small rites,
like messing your hair,
Hearing your voice,
when you whisper, "goodnight,"
Smelling your skin
or subside by your side.
I don't know why,
I pushed you away,
my brain is healed now,
But my heart is inflamed.

July 29, 2004

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