Right Is Never Right

I heard those five words even before we met, 

Long before I watched the mist settle 

On the white lilies you planted in our backyard --

Tearing the milky fog blanketing the air.

I stood in the rain waiting for the storm. 

I never asked you to stand in the rain. 

Stay under the sun.  Sleep with the moon. 

Scoop the stars from the sky 

And throw them away; I don't need light. 

I am damp as the grass beneath my feet, 

Long after the rain subsided; 

Bones soaked in melancholia, 

Even you can't wring it out of me.

But she, the little lily white bud, bathing in your sun --

She must look up at you, in awe,   

With her big green eyes and dark brown hair. 

I imagined her, ever since I saw the moon light 

Seep through the moss covered trees in your front yard.

And I still refuse to listen to the right voices singing 

The right songs. I listen to your voice. 

I listen to those five little words that sunk a ship. 

"I don't love you anymore."

Because wrong is so right it feeds on denial,

Like a parasite. and right is never right in the wrong light.

In this cricket hour, the remembering hour,

I must forget to remember regret; and once more, 

Abandon a girl more malleable than me. 

P.H.

© 2014 Helena Malheur