Kymberlie

By Stone Bryson

I mean nothing to you

beyond friendship’s glee,

yet you hide behind the mask

of your insecurity.

You won’t you give it chance,

your religion’s unreal,

your imagination makes you

deny the way you feel.

I can look into your eyes

and see into your soul,

a mirrored reflection

of a heart unwhole.

You can deny the passion

for appearances sake,

but you can’t deny the look

when you look at me that way.

You can blame your memories

of inconsistencies,

or cling to the friendship

for make-believe.

Convince yourself

that you’re not in love with me,

then convince yourself

that you name’s not Kymberlie.

Copyright © 2005 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written May 1989

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