The Chameleon
She tells me I have died.
That the boy who once guarded her walls
had succumbed to something silent and devastating.
I do believe that she is right.
Even I exhaust myself to search for what remains of him.
Perhaps my time in that house was my final great performance,
a costume of comfort for a character of compassion and agreement.
Or perhaps the act is now
and my playhouse roots have taken hold again
to shake me from reality and gift to me the wonder of pretending
that I have so nearly forgotten.
The stars tell me I am a chameleon.
To the chameleon I ask
“What color are you really?
And how do you know?”
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