A portrait


To conceal

I couldn’t possibly pretend to be someone else
Yet here I stand, yet again
With a fake smile
Cried out eyes well made-up
Stains on dress covered by draped scarf
And bags
The bags under my eyes concealed
Not to forget
The suitcase packed just hours before
Behind a shield of make believe
And love
Or so I hope.

A confession

There are words dedicated
To every man I’ve ever loved
Be it for a second
Or for an hour
Be it for a month
Or for a year
There are words written
To every man I ever loved
Be it for today
Or for tomorrow
Or for the man
Far, far away

So if it makes sense
If there’s a recollection
A memory
A feeling
A thought provoked
Consider yourself welcome
Be you forgotten
Or just arrived
For there are words for every lover
And the next
Who may come my way.