What was it that you said?
...that I don't reach for you anymore.
I feel the weight of
that statement
and I search myself
for the moment that it became true.
It was the moment
I let my past rush in,
summoned him, I fear.
and though I tried
to steady myself to you,
I was caught up in a stronger current.
You didn't deserve
my silence,
my indifference,
my absence
from this life we are trying for--
you still don't.
The pieces didn't always fit
and there were times
when the edges were cut or filed away
and they just lay there,
awkward where they fell
and the picture, faded on the box
offering no help at all...
I am as cruel a woman
as Mother Nature,
full of wicked storms
and scorching fires
that rip apart unsuspecting men.
And still I retreat--
searching for sanctuary
in a place
he and I used to love
when we were young
and beds had not been made
to lie in
(forever).
The heart wants what it wants
(they say).
I would cut mine out
if it meant
we could go back to
the way it once was.
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Submission Name: Stark
