Waking up in the morning, I no longer see your face.
That’s because you’ve been replaced.
In my mind only. For I do not rush to love as you do.
I prefer to face the darkness and taste the salt of my tears.
To swim in the profound depths of reflection and self discovery.
Let my feelings slowly mature from despair to hope to a dream that can barely be remembered.
All the same, reflections of you become reflections of me.
My flaws had a home in you. For they were a mirror for my own fears.
Next time I see you, even if only in a dream…I’ll smile at you for teaching me through your novel cruelty.
But I’ll give nor take not a bit more.
Because MORE is waiting for me. And I must drop your hand and embrace it.