In the daily regime that became
You…
I had little time for
Me…
Your well being eclipsed my own
Until my world was lit by your moon.
I still find myself wading
In the storm-drains of your downpour.
“Did I ask you to wade in?” You say,
And I must answer, “No.”
But I must ask then, “Did you try and push me away?”
The answer to this question, are at best unclear…
As I step back, away from here.
Your warnings, however concise, however clear,
Wash over me like fresh tears.
Again as the clock ticks away the hours,
I’m wading in again…
Absence and my heart do not agree;
As I just see the lacking of you
As a deficiency in myself.
Push me aside, push me away,
I want to cling all the more…
Self-respect is a ghost lurking in my room
At the sound of your name, it fades as morning light…
Where have I gone in this land that is…
You?
Am I coming back?
-Christian
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