I wanted your thoughts
to work through
together
dreamt of a future you had dismissed
pen and paper in hand
I looked into your eyes and realized
I was ill-prepared for your perspective my love
where I found obstacles, you had found a wall
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thank you
For reminding me I can feel.
For encouraging me.
For making me smile.
For sharing your story.
For seeing me when I tried to hide.
For touching me like no one else.
For offering hope.
For planning a future.
For breaking your promise.
For realizing I would have never broken mine.
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broken barricade
It was all you could see when you walked closer, towering over you and me.
Calm and determined, you had arrived.
Closer you came.
I watched through the crack formed by lonesome apathy.
Your brown iris met my blue.
I backed away.
Closer, you came.
Invaded.
My back pressed against the wall, I watched my toes flex.
The last one hadn’t made it this far.
Light illuminated my bare feet.
A small hole chipped by the one who came before.
I hesitated as you sang.
The one who came before sang softer.
The louder your words grew, the tighter I clutched the key in my pocket.
The song stopped.
I panicked, pulled out the key.
I slid it under slowly and peaked through.
Your eyes did not meet mine.
Instead, your eyes met stone.
It took you a moment before you saw the key.
It’s rusted, battered metal.
You grabbed it.
I watched you take in the expanse between us again, key in hand.
Intrigue shifted to anticipation, anticipation to hesitation.
Our eyes met again.
Sadness I think, as you slid the key back to me.
collective musings 