We took this path
when you took me back
and I took this fall
and I took your call
then we watched it all.
We heard the blast
and we felt the crash
but we could not stall.
The worst of it all
on display in the shade
of a veil forged in wells
more saline than the tears
that have run to the ears for refuge.
To choose is a struggle
that should never have been.
The love that of a friend
becoming a "remember when"
is much more than either of us bargained for.
The smoldering shelter
filled with burning letters
has taken the form of a deleted thread.
Patience depleted and optimism premium
over me not being the "him"
that you never wished to pull from.
Here it comes......
The haphazard,
feeble,
pointless,
sporadic,
pedantic,
frantic attempt to push away.
Far away
until the day you impart the stranger words:
"Hey Stranger."
Made your point as clear
as the haze in your perception.
Gave direction without the map
and memory never applied.
Lied to bide
because you need to hide
when you'd much rather confide
but there is harm in these arms
no matter how warm.
Thoughts will swarm across the surface.
I'm anxious.
You're nervous.
We're angry.
This ain't we.
This can't be.
Neither can we.
Forks.
Maps.
Locations.
Written By: Devin Joseph Metz
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