I am a human —
I am not just a woman,
I am not just a moment,
I am not just a gift.
I am alive —
my emotions ebb and flow
just like yours, sad man.
The sad man, taking space
for the story;
the sad man, sharing tales
about his glory
forgetting the time he said
“together,”
stomping out the past
as if he’s doing me a favor.
I am whole,
and now I am also broken,
just for you—
another sad man
so unequivocally,
unapologetically,
unsurprisingly
alone,
that I question why I’ve carried
around this hope at all.
I saw Slave Play last night and credit it for the “sad man” reference above. What an important play…and an important line.
October 18th, 2019