If I Was The Love Story And Not The Wound, Where Would We Be?

What does me
not operating from the wound
feel like?

What would life look like
without the rose coloured glasses?

What if he was here
with a heart that beats
and not a manifestation of all the men who came after my father left, who left too?

What if he wasn’t the pain
but he was the love?

How would I speak
act
walk
love
see
ask
be?

If I was the love story, and not the wound
where would we be?