Maybe I hold onto you,
long after you’ve left,
so that I’ll always feel you’re mine,
never having to accept that I’ll lose you again.
It’s easier to ignore the reality,
of life and it’s sickening cruelty,
if I just close my eyes,
hearing my inner monologue in your voice,
kinder tones,
kinder times,
no suitcase in the hallway,
just two pairs of shoes,
that know,
deep in their soles,
that they are soulmates.
There are knocks on my door,
a frightening thunder,
that gets closer,
the further you get,
I barricade,
with each thing that you said,
because though I could let them in,
and be loved,
at long last,
they would never be you.
