Here’s a poem I wrote back in 2013, and I had a look at it today while I was preparing my latest work for my editor. I like it. It works. I hope you’ll like it, too.
HE IS
The friend I hate,
always lurking in the shadows
watching me and waiting for that one moment.
The slip in the shower,
the pain that won’t subside,
always there with a smile.
I know he’s waiting for me;
I don’t want to go.
Eventually, he’ll drag me around with him.
We’ll be stuck together for eternity
in a loveless marriage.
I tell him:
“I’m not ready yet.”
He just smiles, nods, and waits.
Sometimes, he laughs.
“I know,” he says.
I work faster,
harder, trying to engrave the invitations
for an enormous wedding.
From the moment I was born, I was his.
Our loveless, arranged marriage
that will come for me someday.
“When you’re ready, I’ll be here to envelop you in my arms,
and you will be mine. Because you always were.”
Anne Hogue-Boucher
© 2013. All Rights Reserved.
