“You need to leave.”
But I know you aren’t going on my volition.
I take heavy comfort that you are going to
visit me at my most vulnerable. I have
learned simple adjustments, acceptance of
your spirit as part of this temporary, erratic
existence. Everywhere I turn, you will be.
I have learned to deal with this.
I admit, it gets frustrating. I wouldn’t know
that it was your face that gazes upon me if
it wasn’t so burned into my retinas. You are
just inches out of focus, a world vainly viewed
through the plastic lens of a disposable camera.
I ask you what you want, why you relentlessly
haunt the places I rest my worn, weary body.
I receive a forced, fractured smile in return.
Some nights, I get a real reply, screaming
silence shot into a shredded cerebral cortex.
You say that we will be merged in this place.
Trust me, I’ll be waiting.
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 5:30 PM UTC
“You need to leave.”
But I know you aren’t going on my volition.
I take heavy comfort that you are going to
visit me at my most vulnerable. I have
learned simple adjustments, acceptance of
your spirit as part of this temporary, erratic
existence. Everywhere I turn, you will be.
I have learned to deal with this.
I admit, it gets frustrating. I wouldn’t know
that it was your face that gazes upon me if
it wasn’t so burned into my retinas. You are
just inches out of focus, a world vainly viewed
through the plastic lens of a disposable camera.
I ask you what you want, why you relentlessly
haunt the places I rest my worn, weary body.
I receive a forced, fractured smile in return.
Some nights, I get a real reply, screaming
silence shot into a shredded cerebral cortex.
You say that we will be merged in this place.
Trust me, I’ll be waiting.
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