Your eyes are fogged up
Yet they seem to see
Right into my soul

There's a sense
Of something forlorn
Hiding in
Those eyes of yours

Fragmented nightmares and dreams
Plague the darkness
Or perhaps they were memories

Memories of soft lips pressing against mine
A boy with startling blonde hair
And shocking gray eyes

Memories of fingers clinging desperately to me
Promising over and over to protect me
As I quiver; cheeks wet with fright

And when I wake
My whole body feels as if it’s on fire
And yet I can’t see the flames

Instead of blood flowing through me
I've got glue in my veins
Movements slowing
I can't think straight
Feelings sticking together
Thoughts mushing
Now the glue has dried
And I'm stuck in another rut

You asked me

If the hurt
The pain
And the anger
The sadness...

You asked.
If they.
Would ever.
Go away.

And God
Oh God
Do I wish
I could tell you

That they do.
But we both know.
That's not true.