sitting in maureen's waiting room

[ysicla]

i'm wearing her damp clothing,
moved, by the continual passing of storms.
alive.
i feel alive in this dead and forgotten body
even though it's not really forgotten,
just scattered,
like the pieces of a puzzle that don't fit together.
they don't fit anymore because during a fight he was angry
and broke a promise.
all the promises in the world
couldn't fix what has happened
but they try.
they're trying because they feel they have to
because what they did was wrong and they know it.
guilt is driving them to say "i'm sorry" in a subtle way when they're
really not.
so they pin a smile on their face and
try to hold it up but it keeps falling
so they have to tape it.
but they tape gets old,
and the smile falls
and everyone sees what they really are;
broken.