Beth Prillwtz
The phone rings, unexpected, creating the division
Of then and now, before and after, the separation.
Words ooze into me like hot wax, enveloping
Burning, smothering, hardening
Every heartbeat, every emotion
Until I can no longer breathe in.
I sit in this timeless moment, listening to the murmur
Of words I don’t want to hear.
Unable to breathe, to understand, to realize
Looking at a life I cease to recognize.
Jealousy the only fire,
Witness to this past desire
Igniting
A heart slowly warming, yearning, turning.
Beth Prillwtz is a part-time writer and a full-time Chiropractor living in beautiful Michigan.