I feel emotion in the dark ,
And few other places ,
I cannot explain it nor would I want to ,
The act alone of conserving feelings is tough ,
Waiting for the darkness to establish your masterpiece ,
It's like a second skin now .

The confusion is unphasing ,
It all feels right .

Except for those who emote in the light ,
The light provides clarity whereas the dark proves to be more challenging,
Those who convey to others the realities of their lives will never be phased by my stark revelation .

The choice that once was ,
Is no longer ,
It's a second skin ,
I hide everything from everyone yet this alone could be hiding something .

I don't miss you as such
I miss the way your humour drove me to tears
You can't deny that you enjoyed that
I remember feeling so at home when you passed me that post it with a smiley face on it .
I remember leaning towards you as you told me the reason that Careless Whisper was your ringtone .
I remember it all .

I miss these moments , not you .
But honey don't flatter yourself because I still laugh , I am still driven to tears by the dumbest things .

I'm still here ...

I can plan out a lifetime based on one look,
A glance in my direction,
Though disputed,
Can prompt my imagination.

Our life would be happy,
Without harsh judgement,
You'd hold me close,
And laugh when I made the coffee wrong,
But we'd be happy.

This disputed glance,
Probably aimed at her,
Not the deeply loving girl,
Slightly to the right.

The wind picked up ,
for a moment I felt it was possible to fly .
As if I could stand up straighter and see the sky ,
almost.
Then I stepped down ,
onto the ground once again .
I felt you adjust my vision ,
kiss my forehead ,
and leave .