Thoughts spill, unbidden.
Words stream, unimpeded.
Like a creek, unbroken.
Shan’t we be entwined, elsewhere—
in this lifetime, in this dimension;
if not here, if not now?
Lest we be apart at all,
drawn and woven into
the shared tapestry of our existence:
for the years that have yet to find us,
for the remainder of what time allows,
for the long becoming of us.
Years buried, dulled into quiet mundanity;
yet see what stirs when you arrive.
Will my bedridden heart still miss a beat,
or has it hollowed into obscurity,
after time long gone?
9 years was all it took
To injure and imbue this scarred psyche
With an ordeal prolonged; marked permanence—
one you caused, exposed, left unresolved,
and chose not to close.
What you left festering;
was never mine alone.
The damage remains—
and it shall remain yours.
For I have survived what you refused to heal.
By all means, go ahead and
carry forward your open ended.
May you forever,
for all eternity of your afterlife,
carry what you refused to face—
me.