What makes you come here to seek what you're looking for? I suppose my patterns are indeed in need of re-configuration, because it struck me as unnecessary for there to be any more than the remnants I believed we made ceremony for and bid farewell.
Maybe it was just me . . . .
Correction: It was just me.
The ceremony I needed, and so it was what I constructed: placing you across from me, making attempts to catch my gaze over the coffin. Only once I allowed us to engage; selfishly to retain a final memory of your beauty - heightened by regalia.
. . .
There was no goodbye.
There was only me coping. And healing. And healed.
And you forgotten.
. . .
for the most part
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment