You were too long inside me

April 11, 2008

You were too long inside me.

You were too long inside me.
You grew filling every empty place
With peace, neatly.

When you left you took away all that mattered.
You didn’t steal, but neither did I give.
How fast we parted!

In your haste to flee, you left behind a small piece of yourself,
A tiny stubborn hunger. A spore.
A scent. No more.

You’re here within, day, night, all time without relent.
We bump, push, encounter until my energy is spent.
Sadly, I cannot repent.

True, I live too much within my thoughts.
Still, I live. Not whole, but part.
How is all else normal?

My shattered heart still pushes blood along its way.
My sagging spirit brushes against the cellar of my soul.
Yet I smile to see a child at play.