I've lost sight of this picture I once knew.
covering a hole in the wall that I
hung it to.
It was a painting of a 2-way mirror and on the other side
was you.
And in my gut I had this feeling
twisting my insides.
That you had the same picture but kept it hidden
this whole time.
And i've learned to write you letters with my eyes closed
a daily routine of which i've grown
accustomed to.
Never knowing if your eyes will see them, or keep rolling like the dice
i shoot
we played for keeps.
I hid in my room for days and weeks
waiting for your attention...but a promise you couldn't keep.
I told you I wouldn't leave, but you never came in the first place.
It hurts to not hear your voice on my worst day,
Friday the 13th, my birthday.