vulnerable

can you see through it

through the pretence and facade

the vulnerable woman in me

pining for you

to take me in your protective arms

and be a girl once again

a breath

what matters the most

…in the beginning

and in the end…

a breath

incapable of love

why

my love for you

waned

was it

just a phase

or

I am incapable

of love

no more sleep… haiku

I lost you

in my dream last night

I am done sleeping

different

you could never

compensate

for the loss

of my parents

for that love

was a different kind

tradition

steeped in tradition 

the bride waits anxiously 

for her new life

rain…

those sunny days 

of sweltering heat and sweat

pining for rain