But she won't, no she can't.
- By Fauna Branigan
- Published 09/5/2008
Fauna Branigan
Often when I'm trying to get something done, laundry, dishes, I suddenly realize what my life is today. Single mother of two young children with an incomplete bachelors degree and a car that is in desperate need of a paint job. Years ago when I stare out the window at the rolling green hills of Ireland, or the sunny beaches of Florida, I never thought I'd be nestled in the midwest and happy to be so.
It's sad to think that they've walked together, shared secrets and
planned schemes, yet one will have to watch the other go. She can't
help him up, she can't walk away.
Paralyzed in the sun-fall she'll turn her head.
He's brilliant. He's everything she's ever wanted.
He doesn't know.
She wants to tell him . . . but she won't, no, she can't.
What would he say? She hides from the ripples in his self-proclaimed perfection.
It's majestic,
it's beautiful. It's everything she's ever wanted.
He doesn't know.
The thoughts don't cross his mind, the feelings don't writhe inside. How to show him, how to speak. Words replaced in silent reveries shake him but he can't see.
She sees them come to pick him up and her face is a forgotten shadow to his rose-dyed eyes. They're always there to help him, she's not needed.
The final night when he trips into the sun-fall she'll smile, knowing who he was but not being his.
Paralyzed in the sun-fall she'll turn her head.
He's brilliant. He's everything she's ever wanted.
He doesn't know.
She wants to tell him . . . but she won't, no, she can't.
What would he say? She hides from the ripples in his self-proclaimed perfection.
It's majestic,
He doesn't know.
The thoughts don't cross his mind, the feelings don't writhe inside. How to show him, how to speak. Words replaced in silent reveries shake him but he can't see.
She sees them come to pick him up and her face is a forgotten shadow to his rose-dyed eyes. They're always there to help him, she's not needed.
The final night when he trips into the sun-fall she'll smile, knowing who he was but not being his.
