Ways

You bought me shoes

And bought me clothes

And even paid for my CD

Is this your promise of love?

I recognize that promise of love

From years

That washed away with fickle times

Drowned in my confusion

Of what it meant

To not see you

But to hear your crying

From outside the room

                    Your grief’s chamber

And now I understand

But am powerless

Useless

I am as feeble

As I was then

And what I have in my possession
Is a pair of Avon shoes
Worth $200
Bought for $40
That promise an "I love you" 

In ways that you could never pronounce

Some things don’t require words

To lavish understanding

I am receptive to unvoiced language

                                        Or so I think

But your eyes are still stained with disillusion

Your voice, once strong and overbearing 

Is, again, hushed with muffled sadness

I am receptive to unvoiced language

                                    Or so I thought