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Little Words
Little Words
i’m sorry.
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My question
Did it hurt?
Hurt when she left
and took all those years
of laughter and smiles
of inside jokes and games
with her?
Did it hurt?
Hurt when she moved on
and we all forgot
but you
who had wounds
Did it hurt?
Hurt to see her leave
without a smile
a tear
a note
for you?
It hurts.
I know
It hurts.
I know.
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I know I’m complicated.
That's an understatement.
i’m tired.
i’m tired.
i’m tired.
And we wait.
Wait for the pressure to grow.
For the glass to crack.
For the dream to be taken away.
We wait, knowing this is what life has become.
i’m tired.
i’m tired.
¿Quién es ella?
Una hija.
Una amiga.
Una hermana.
Una pregunta.
Una carga.
Una herida.
Hay más.
Ya la verás.
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the home comedy
ACT I
The curtains open, revealing the outline of a room.
It’s 10:00 pm. Dark
Then silence.
Act drop
ACT II
The curtains open, revealing the outline of the same room.
It’s 10:30 pm. A light is on.
They sigh.
Act drop
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(unfinished)
with every life ended
and every life lost
the pages grow thicker
with stories untold
and I wonder,
oh,
I wonder
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WOMAN: I gave everything for you
(They nod)
I gave you love, and a house, and a childhood
(Pause)
I gave you everything.
(She sobs)
I can’t give you more.
Don’t ask for more.
Don’t dare.
(They stare blank-faced)
I, I don’t know what to do.
Do you?
(They stare)
I am leaving.
Don’t come after me.
Don’t try.
(She leaves)
(They stare at each other.
They do have an answer, just not the one she wanted.
They know she’ll come back
with a smile,
and give more
and more
and lose herself in the process
because that is who she is…
A MARTYR).
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they stand before me torment
— broken and
so immensely tired — and I don’t intend to hurt them any more.
and I dare ask them
but it stings so much
if they are happy. to think that
for a while
I dare ask them, I’d want them to suffer
knowing what their answer will be, just so I would be able
knowing what impossible chance there is to smile
that in this coldness of life and feel
their answer is full.
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I have learned
that others expect me
to know the answers
and be strong
And I hold
responsibility
for this
because in my desire
to escape
i seek the stories of others