Friday, February 24, 2012


I sometimes wonder if you're still here
Lurking among the archives

Looking for the me you remember.

When I was a gaping wound
And you were the gauze
Protecting me while still allowing me to breathe.

Our silence
Always said more than our words

In it, you taught me to think
And I taught you how to love, I think.

But now our stillness spans years
Weakening the words we never had to share

When you would know
Without me even saying

That it was never about someone else.
But somewhere else, instead.