Ellipsis

I've fallen for a broken man.
Something's wrong and I can't touch what needs to mend.
Something's torn and there aren't words to say;
It's not enough to say "ok"
When to be "ok" must somehow start within.

You see, it all lies with him.
And that's where the problems begin-
for lies beget lies beget
fear beget mistrust
and there can never be an "us"
until he silences the past within.

For in his touch,
She haunts.
In every brush of skin,
on every object's blush,
She beleaguers and lingers and somehow hangs on.

And oh, in his eyes She is still there
though no one sits in this chair
opposite to his at the table.
and I was never one able to wear a shroud for someone else.

No, that is dead,
and She is gone
And though I've fallen, come the dawn
Something must change.

I am not Her and never will be.
Something must change.

For I am deserving
of something far better than this.