The Lie in December
I read the lifeless messages she addressed to me.
Reminders of the wasted years. Wasted gain.
Her sunlight was that of another world.
A world I craved to explore, to get lost in.
A world in which I did not belong.
There was much I did not understand, but her light was warm.
I came to discern my capability of falling anew.
She dispelled a fear that festered soon after my divorce long ago.
The dread of not seeing myself in the eyes of another.
A Balkan woman, with eyes of blue, held my reflection in captivity.
And she did so in the cruelest of ways.