Always--AZ Rains--Angles, Gaurdians, & SoulMates Series---Recovery/Addiction/Mental Health/Chronic Illness---Loss/Grief/OTRB---Hope & Survivors Series

This.

This is what

has become of you.

A tiny grain of Truth.

A tiny

shred

of Hope.

Of memory.

I don't want to see you

this way.

A far away look

a glance over my shoulder.

A distance

not

traveled anymore.

I do see you still.

In this Mirror

of translucence.

I see you

your mouth

as you never speak to me.

Your eyes

as you never look away from me.

You face

as you tilt your head

just right

& you see me too clearly.

I hope I never forget you.

My tiny grain of Truth.

My Sanctuary.

My

Sanctum

Sanctorum.

My

reason for the Rain.

I look back

&

I recall the desperate need for you

&

I wonder

if this feeling now

is the right one

the ability to live without you.

Or if it is

wrong

to miss the unfiltered high

I knew when all I had was you.

To visit that Time

to Love you as I do

this shall remain the same.

But to crave you.

To withdrawal so violently

without you in me.

Maybe this

is one of those things

that shall also pass.

Is it wrong

to miss what I no longer need.

Or is wrong

that I no longer need you.

I'm not sure.

I may never be.

But I know

that what I have with you

is still real.

Still pure.

Then or now.

In my system 

as my only way to breath.

Or my precious

Memories.

I know

I will

always

have

you.


My Past
as solidly held
in my hand
as the days you were here.
No Separation of Time
or of Place
will ever
truly
take
me
away from
you.