To clarify, I don’t miss you and I don’t miss us.

I miss all the missed opportunities I had to tell you that I suck.

Quietly,

I sit and sew this quilt.

Wish I could stop,

both the sewing and this guilt.

Equal,

was no patch.

All, a different trauma than the last.

Then they came in,

and I’m just a slut.

Crazy. Crazed. Craze.

Sums up my manic days.

Missing mellow middles,

having cried, a little.

Why am I your prisoner, when you commit the crime?

Well darling, I am yours and you

are mine.

Core of coexistence, 

yet it still humbly provides.

I still see you, 

and the outline of your glasses. 

If only I could kiss you, 

but we’ve wanted that for over a decade. 

You’re my heart’s biggest regret. 

An empty, bottomless pit of ifs. 

Two years, since we last spoke.

How’re you? Upon these words, I choke.

Now I feel as though I have lost all motion.

Forever sinking in the depths of the ocean.

Witness, wanderer, warrior.

Secured

in the trials of time.