You needed some time.

At first, it was a wander..

Still looking back.

A panic-induced run started.

Away from all the expectations.

How terrible the pain of separation,

But how could you return now?

You said you didn't need it.

Any of the familiarity.

You were never far away, really.

Never.

You just needed some time.

I'm glad you're back.

Mildly aching.

And yet I must ache deeper.

It's so much easier to ache for something, someone, anything else

Than for that true ache for you.

I want to be sure you love me.

More than I love myself.

That's why I must ache.

It doesn't get any better than this.

It will be alright, girl.

Alright.

Keep going, pick up your feet.

It will be alright.

This deep ache inside.

A good ache.

Alright.

Don't relent.

It's bigger than you.

Beyond everything.

Don't try to understand it.

It will be alright.

Stop filling youself with dark.

Keep aching.

It's a good ache.

Soon the light will come in.

It will be alright, girl.

When every thing's not real;

I'm a door flung open wide.

Sure, come in.

Take until you're heart's content.

No one's stopping you.

And neither am I.

Sit in the silence.

I haven't much to offer.

My bed sheets are worn.

And the conversation lacking.

A blank stare.

Have we lost it all?

I burden my memory for it,

For the substance.

It doesn't exist.

And then, a thought.

It never did.

I never allowed it.

Reality is this;

I'm the chain used to secure the deadbolt.

Chipped teacups, heavy curtains.

New start, old ways.

Salty tears, mid-night distractions.

Old habits, new locations.

Drunk baths, slippery sheets.

New tastes, old feelings.

The new is old, and the old is new.

I just happened to realize a day too late.

YOU:
A thread-bare cloth.
Perfectly serene and scented with memories.

ME:
A matchless string.
Desperately searching..clinging for hope.

No. I will not loosen my grip.

I will hold you. I will hold you.
No! I will not let you go.
Yes, I am a silly girl.
Dear, I know it doesn't match.

Fragmented. Tattered.
Shred to pieces.
What else do I call you?
What else do I call myself?

Still I search for you.
With my fist clenched tight.

All the while our hearts were swooning,

Desperate to belong.

To what, we weren't quite sure..

So we indulged in the mysteries of our fragile souls.

We tried to understand and we tried to be understood.

With every fiber of our beings, we gave and we gave.

We gave it all away with our selfish desires.

But still empty we were.

Why can't my tongue produce the words to describe it?

The ache, the depth..

Tears can't explain it either.

Sweat drips down .. no, it pours down in anticipation.

We're almost there.