Sanctuary

I miss you

Though you sit before me, I miss you

We are not the same

I am not the same

Weight has become chemistry

Binding us in the traumas of yesterday

Holding us from the achievements of tomorrow

Every mirror becomes less about reflection, more about disparaging the sight of our humanity...

I miss you

Though you sit before me, I miss you

Words hold desperation, like a dead rose in a clutched hand

There is no bloom to these phrases, but a sense of longing for something that refuses to grow...

I miss you

Though you sit before me, I miss you

If my affection were a house, every wall would be traced like claw marks

Every window would be cracked, and the sun would peek in reminding me of the optimism that I wish would break through...

The paint would stream downward collecting at the bottom

Eventually the black floods and my lungs would powder like ash

I miss you

Though you sit before me, I miss...myself

Projection is a powerful ally in the art of self deception

In the end it wasn't you I missed, it was who you were when I earned your peace...

Who you were before I ripped the wallpaper off the walls, and showed you how willing I was to tarnish the foundations of our sanctuary...

I miss me...now run off and build your new home, I'll pretend to lose the key...