I watch youI observeThe acts of powerful siege against who you won’t dare let yourself be
Lies come far too easily, for someone so young.
And, there I amBiting my tongue from the sidelines
I wonder how your body must feel,To be in a constant state of abandonment.
I don’t understand how you wallow in it
Perhaps that’s why you keep your distance—You know how quickly the two of us can smell it,Pick up on the subtle notes of discontent.
Your carefully crafted world of make believeDoesn’t stand a chanceWhen your feet touch the wood floors of a place you grapple with calling home
Shifts right and left,Trading long gazes for glances,Maneuvering around truths for muffled acquiescence,of a life you settle into.
But your presence lingers when you leave—Heavy and longing and beautiful as your face
I miss you so much, on occasions it takes me back to the Great War.and there I am, mourning people that still breatheMore than anyone should.
I know love and releaseI know the truest meaning of don’t take it personally
I have been molded to be a keeper of loving unconditionally—When they lie and leave you for deadI know that’s where the love resides
Praying on my knees, night and day,For a dark-haired girl to return
But this time, not to me,But to herself.
Butterflies floated through the air on my walk this morning Through the neighborhood you know so well—yeah, it misses you too
We both cling to a knowing,A whisper: she’ll get there.
But not with usOn her own.
I love you today, tomorrow, and every second in between…
For now you keep your distance.
