Come Home

They call me strong…

Yet have no idea…

I’m a prisoner to my own thoughts…

A victim of my own insecurities…

I wonder if you can sense my fears…

If you feel my tears at night?

As if our souls have evaded our bodies,

To reunite somewhere together

Until our feeble bodies can catch up…

Someday.

And do you know…

What a vision you are?

One that paralyzes me from moving,

So there, my brain the only thing functioning,

As I feel my heart ceases to beat.

Head tilted back,

Wearing your radiant grin…

You’d laugh so vividly at me,

And I’d smile just knowing…

I could make you happy.

I must wonder if you know

That I feel small, secure

In the palm of your hands…

The way you hold my face

The way you kiss me

Curse upon your lips,

I want no other kiss…

You couldn’t be near me without a touch

And I wonder if you know

The need for your touch lingers,

So indefinitely-

That I can’t feel without it.

As each day passes I grow weary

Weakness has handicapped me from emotion

I feel nothing.

I barely feel the pain

As if my body is preparing itself for death,

Passion and spirit deceased, numb…

Just in case you don’t come back,

Please come back…

Come home…


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