Jessica Kosar


I want to know the side that she knew so well

before it was destroyed.

I want the side that flourished and bloomed

The lush green ivy encrusting window panes

Brick wall was all I found


I want to hear the songs you blared on the radio

before you drove off in silence

I want the affection that was once trademark

before it was shelved at a Goodwill


You scarcely notice my touch

There is too much scar tissue

You say that silver is second best

But she was fool’s gold