When will you catch up?
I gave up on you, and it felt so good
to be free again
Don’t believe I didn’t feel your pain
your pure longing
your desperation
I captured it all
kept it inside of me
like a live photograph
I understood every human bone inside
that kept your black cold heart beating
that kept your calculating mind
alive
but never well enough
at least when it came
to me
if there is anything left
a spot of integrity perhaps
I hope you find it
because there is nothing left
of us
I gave you up like chocolate during lent uncomfortable at first forgettable at last
and when I rise again
the habit will be dead
My goodness such a delight to read your poetry of your mind.
Thank you, Victoria. It warms my heart to know you read my work.