why did you leave
the page
without an ending
both could
believe?
and how is it we’re
so relieved?
Author: grumpygorman
cross stitch
eyes,
a grin sewn into
quilt hem,
past held together with
old thread
draped over a
haunted
bed.
like scratched out
graffiti–
i cant quite decipher
message,
though i make
out random
edges
when eyes strain
just right.
i’ve tapped into
something
that i can’t
unsee,
despite exhaustive
attempts at
relief,
i’ve wandered in
somewhere
a soul can’t
escape–
so it’s best i stay lost
and create.
when i grow
up..
will you show
up
with same
flair
as throughout
tantrums
and screams into
pillows,
now just a breeze through
the willows.
i often rest
awake
where
others have slept
and wonder
what they’ve dreamt
while
in same bed..
same room..
while lit up by
the same
moon.
in
a river,
laid out for your
current
to claim my frame
without
fight,
drag me wherever
needed-
don’t need a
reason.
sleeping
one eye pried,
managed to
drop
us..
though i
tried
to hold stronger than
you needed,
more stone faced
than you
desired
and now i’m chasing
memories
down
with a mind
on fire.
i love you
for not mirroring me,
but don’t know
who to
be..
when we don’t look each
other in the
eye–
when we don’t
even
try.
in a half woken
state
i sense the room
shake
and know you’re back
for after hour
games,
so we play one
or two,
but you never
lose
and have yet to reveal
your name.
hands in the garden 
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