Epiphany
Poetry by Melissa Mercado KamaThe unwelcome tenant
Each time she chose the door.
Each time she turned to leave
Without a second glance.
She swung the door wide
Resentment was at the doorstep,
And he brushed past her on her way out.
Now I live with him.
He never speaks but he is there.
To remind us that we lost two, not one.
We’re startled when she arrives at night,
When she pops her head in,
To greet us when we’re half asleep.
Each time she chooses the door,
Each time she turns to leave,
Without a second glance,
I never speak but he does
He reminds me that I lost her,
He asks me how I let it happen.
And I kick him and bruise his face,
Because he’s got it all wrong…
She lost us. She died as he did.
Melissa Mercado Kama © 2009
