I go back to the fourth of November, 1992
I see a glimpse of light as I fight for a way out
I had been living so long in darkness
I am released and I enter a white room.
My eyes are barely open
And a single thought swirls in my mind
Who am I?
of questions flow freely beneath my skull
And I want to escape this shallow water
But the tall dams prevent me
I look up and wonder
Who is he?
This blue man. Not much expression in his face
All he shows are his eyes,
and beads of sweat beneath them glisten
and disappear into the unknown
I am awake now and my eyes are open wide.
But who were these people around me?
I saw faces not familiar to me
Expressions not seen in my ivory mirror
But oddly, as I look
I see her hair in the mirror
And his nose.
But then she looks at me
With familiar blue eyes
And I want to ask her why she won’t hold me
the next day.
Or the day after that.
Or ever again.
And now I go to my mother and father
The ones I know well
I see the endless pool of love
in her brown eyes
And the never ending pride that escapes
His crooked, different smile.
They sit at a dinner table
As if this day was not significant
But they wouldn’t know the significance
And the blue eyed woman would let go
And the two at the table would be three at the table