When She Was Here

When she was here
she was
like fear stuffed away,
like pain in remission,
like innocence evolving.
She was my Juliet.

But now that she’s gone
It’s a short distance from my lips to my ear.
It’s like a long walk with sorrow;
holding hands with anger.
Like listening to the memories play their tune, fading;
like tears lingering on stone eyes.