Shy Women
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Shy women – you and I –
shy, from knowing too well.
Every time, as though it were mine,
the bitterness that you hide so well.
I say nothing at all, thinking of your pride.
And I tell you that you look well,
and you roll your eyes and laugh,
and we sit down together
by the window, talking about the weather.
I should have told you – you looked so alive,
and elegant in the low sunlight.
Shoulders wide, though in readiness to fight –
something you never even touch,
never ask for too much. No, you can get by
on almost nothing. You and I – forever bluffing.
And ever so kind, shy women, shy.
Ice on the trees since New Year's Eve,
coming down in white sheets.
All white power lines,
swaying high and heavy.
You were staring out, your eyes real straight –
like nothing touches you these days.
Seemed to me that luxury would be
to be not so ashamed. Not to look away –
even this, heaviness, deserved no less
than to always confess every false smile.
To every loneliness, there's a design that we witness,
you and I, shy women, shy.
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