8/17/12

I Won't Mourn You
By Linda M. Crate


you are sharp as glass and predictable
as the hands of a clock; I know when
you are coming before you appear you leave
a trail of broken memories after you a silver
stain of all the tears you've stolen from me all
the women that fell subject to your tyrannical
love, but I am not like all of them before me
I will not regret what we had only what
we've become and I won't miss your singing
or guitar playing or demanding insistence to do
things your way; I'm no longer a masochist, love.


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Linda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh, but she was raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She has recently moved to Fort Fairfield, ME. She attended and graduated from Edinboro University of Pennsylvania with a degree in English-Literature in 2009. She has a passion for writing that she has nurtured since the age of thirteen. Her poetry and short stories have appeared in a variety of magazines the latest of which includes: Nebo: A Literary Journal and Visceral Uterus.