You were home. Safe. Warm. Loved. Inside of me.
But you left each time with nothing to say
Your treason proclaimed ill-capacity
Ignored my breakdowns. Looked the other way.
And now the moon has passed into the dark
forgiving skies that kissed your dreams alive
Etched in the glass that keeps us cold, apart
Are my memories of being pacified
long enough for you to plan your escape -
despite the bleeding knuckles l endured
while banging on the door barred by your haste
Reclused behind the fact you were not sure
how to stand behind lonely glass and stare
into loving eyes that were always there
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