I see you.
Lying there just a few
feet from me, the
malaphor of us, derisive, mocking,
screaming at me from
the air above our heads,
the same air that lies heavy
with all of the things we've
said to each other in this room
don't see this
I glance at the curve of your hip
I question my resolve
I check and recheck my mental
list of how far I'm willing to
compromise and if it would be worth it
don't feel this
I kissed your forehead, you took my hand;
you wouldn't let go. I sat there and
gently caressed your arm, wanting only
to hold you, but you have poisoned
yourself tonight and it would be wrong.
You fell asleep, and still held on to my hand.
I sat with you a moment longer, smiling and silently weeping at the same time.
You wouldn't let me leave yet again,
even in your sleep.
In the light we can be seen.
The darkness is safe, so I still hold your hand.
This is a love song;
This is a requiem.
Insomnia and anxiety are leading me on this particular journey. Feel free to give all the criticism you'd like. I am out of practice, hell I'm not even sure why I am doing this.