The figures on the screen
Arouse only questions in me
Am I still capable of such response?
Am I capable, any longer, of such trust?
In the past, attempts at intimacy brought me
Why on earth would I think such a thing
Within my purview now?
Now, when I am
Often more reticent observer than carefree participant
Will I ever be that woman?
Could I still?
Do I want to be?
I don’t know if I envy her bravery
Or pity her trust,
Or both at once.
Copyright ©2015 C. Mitchell