out like a lamb

one week
and a year ago
i thought you'd know
this opulence
that i've come to expect
is just short of what i seem to get
one week is all it takes
one week for your knees to shake
and rustle like the newly grown leaves
in the faded winter breeze
with the sun on my face
my sunken eyes replace
all of what I thought of you
dear girl, you think i'm writing about you
but it's her that i still can't get to
and who is she?
and who is me?
all that i know is that you're not her
and you never were.