Wasn’t ready for your new picture
to show up in my social media,
the favorite from a photo shoot.
Wasn’t ready for the way
you had your hair swept to the side,
such volume deafening me.
Wasn’t ready for the slim red dress,
little pearls around your neck,
make-up making you shine.
Wasn’t ready for such beauty,
not that I didn’t know your potential
when you were mine.
I just wasn’t ready for your Hollywood glam
commanding all my attention
and drawing tears to my eyes.
Wasn’t ready to miss you so much,
like I’m snowbound and
waiting for the sun.
Wasn’t ready to admit
a part of me will always love you,
though I’ve known it all this time.
I just wasn’t ready to face it.
I wasn’t ready.
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I can feel this so deeply. Very moving. Great work.
The repetition of “I wasn’t ready” works well here, including the ellipsis at the end.