Her | Nini Lutfat | Print Friendly

Wednesday. Netball. 4PM, but never on time.
Winter it was the break of daylight.
The changing room was uncomfortable as usual,
softened by the laughter of inside jokes.
Always the first to laugh,
always the last to leave.
The heavy weight drags.
A gap in the numbers,
no one notices.
No one?
Her.
The world bends at her glance.
She turns, looks, sees, notices.
She waits,
for me?
Time follows, waits, slows to a halt.
Silence.
Gentle ticking resonates with her steps.
tick,tick,tick.
Lines blur about her eyes, im lost within them.
She calls,
i answer.
i answer.
To her.
For Her.

Poet's note: This poem is about a situation of being in a locker room, feeling like the odd one out, scared to look at people in the changing room trying to fit in. Wanting to fade into the background be like others. And someone notices you. She always notices you. The world slows it doesnt feel real. It feels like she has you on a leash holding you grounding you. You dont care, you wouldnt have it any other way.