Experience

Are you here for me

Or for you?

Are we destined to dance 

In this imitation of romance?

Why do I write on your behalf?

Why do I give your voice tone,

Is it sympathy?

Is it longing?

Are you the only love I knew

That would hurt as it grew

Into something you would not reflect

As months and years passed

And yet

You come back.

A word on a screen,

An innocuous greet

In the seat

Of my mind I ready for this whirlwind,

It will only end in tears

Your fickle mind, soaked in the remains of expired memories

Curled ashes on the floor

I wish I didn’t love you anymore

I wish you would stay

I want you to stay

If only for a second, an hour, a day

Would be too much

You are my story book.

I think from afar 

And there you are,

So close.

We are meant to be 

I know this I tell myself this

I feel it yes it must be true

Late night texts 

It must be me you want

A love grown from old seeds

Dust in the ground

Why are we keeping it alive?