we were younger
once,
and so much
in love,
our bodies
intertwined,
fitting perfectly skin to skin
cheek to cheek,
forearms,
thighs
i’d take it.
i’d take whatever you gave me,
laying my bare skin
against your bare skin,
whatever was exposed.
made me feel safe,
calm.
i’d never known such …
peace.
my naked flesh – leaves, solar panels,
absorbing all your solarskinsoul had to give .
we fit so perfectly,
remember?
we’d say that,
“how funny that we fit so perfectly!”
our bodies fit so perfectly.
our bodies fit so perfectly.
our bodies fit so perfectly.
why didn’t our minds?
why didn’t our mental illnesses?
it was the mess our minds made
made us shudder,
made us shake,
made us rift.
ADHD, PTSD, MDD, OCD, anxiety,
the shreds
the shards
ragged
puzzlepiercing
p ie c e s
p u s h i n g
away .
now you’re over there, baby,
and i’m over here.
coming up on years, now
happy anniversary, baby.
three years and
now you’re over there, baby,
and i’m over here,
and the pull won’t go away.
“maybe one day, you say,”
smiling.
maybe one day,
i
think.
smiling
as
i
w a l k
a w a y .
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