View from the water meter
I. madness
Longing for him to want her as he did at first,
Feeling abandoned and desperate and sixteen
She lives outside her body, breathless for his voice
And waits for the phone which never rings.
II. the cure
She does not have to climb a mountain
Descend into a cave, her revelation is here
As she quietly perches atop his water meter,
She watches him with her and wonders
Where her tears have gone.
III. cheap therapy
And she really, really wishes someone would
Take a picture of her dangling there in darkness
Keep it safe for next time, to show her next time
When she's absolutely positive she's found true love.
(c) 1993 J.L. Stanley
