There are days that I miss you that all end in Y.
Most of them are soft easy days where you only cross my mind a handful of times
Others are harder, where even the still of the breeze calls your name
Pockets of you left behind in my soul that I find hadn't been swept away
Would you be willing to take a walk with me?
Behind the places of my mind where the stars shine the brightest?
To the very reaches of burned bridges that have grown over with the vines and trees.
Skilfully navigating the trenches long built on a system so far gone that they forgot
That even at 5 and six a little girl needs answers.
Take a walk and skirt the ancient ruins of what it means to be beyond reasonably damaged.
Breathe not a whisper and maybe you can glimpse what few have ever dared;
Shining in the moonlight, cheeks sparkled with tears and dew drops of blood..
It's the iron hard will to survive on more than just scraps of empty promises
The begging bright light that only wanted reason but wouldn't die without it
This is me.. the me that misses you
The me that bleeds with the sharp edges to fragile flesh by callous words
the mes that loves without reservation or thought of consequence
The me that misses you more and more with every passing day.
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