Lost
Dear him,
We were beautiful
Like the the breeze on a warm day
Like the peak of a mountain top, miles away
Your hands were soft
Like clouds I’d never touched
Sweet phrases from a tongue I’d never heard
Promises made, tightly bound in loosening grips
You were so beautiful I got lost in you
So lost, not a soul could reach me
You didn’t see, so blind to the pain
Questions unanswered in my own boggled brain
When did us, become you?
As I said goodbye for the hundredth time, the hands once soft, now rough, like fresh cut wood
You cut me
I bled
But I didn’t know I was dying until I looked down and saw myself disappearing
Now I’m alone, but not lonely
Knowing I lost you no longer hurts
Because it means I have begun to find myself.