I, Unraveling.

I’m sorry I didn’t see you there; I was busy counting my blessings, I was busy picking the pieces up. You can continue to hover in the doorway, or you can come in. But please, don’t think for one second this is easy for me. I can’t hold on to this rope much longer. Piece by piece, unraveling. I, unraveling.

I’ll be the stand in. I’ll be the filler of your time. I don’t know how to be this person. But I’ll do my best, and that’s all I have, I promise.

I’ve been biding my time, watching the sky. I’ve been pouring every inch of myself into the words I write for him. And they drip with my memories. If you’re patient enough, they’ll evaporate and just I will be wasted in them, as salt from the sea. The anticipation alone, might kill me.

Please forgive me for the lack of light in this room. For the lack of light in me. Even the sky eventually has to get dark and the sun light drains into the night. That doesn’t mean tomorrow I can’t shine.

I’m sorry I didn’t see you there; I was busy thickening the walls between us. It’s a scary place, an unforgiving mind. It might be best for you to stay in the doorway, and I wouldn’t blame you any.

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