POETRY: "Choosing" by Erin Burrows

“Choosing”
by Erin Burrows

Your arrow came zipping from 
your infectious personality.
Your words are 
winged creatures of their own.
Your voice fills the room, 
lifting every ear from the 
dull world of monotone
Your voice avoids, 
and instead turns to the beautiful sound 
of spontaneity. 

Spontaneity 
like your smile when 
my humor was worse than terrible.
Light played forward from your eyes 
and suddenly, I couldn’t see.
But blindness became my malady, 
and now my pain is from 
the narrowed eyes of 
pointless jealousy.

But now I have your eyes, 
surprised at how my voice plays a 
soft melody
around your name.

The chance had been yours, 
to take or to leave.
And the back of your head 
erupted like the opening notes of
a symphony.
And now,
with a pang of sorrow, 
and a hint of regret, 
I play the same to you.

And there’s something special about you 
that serves as my reprieve,
From this deaf world that 
evokes my dominating fury.
So even if you are the 
repetition of history, 
I hope you know, 
My voice is singing your song.