Time failed to teach me how to unlearn the memory of you. Maybe I have always been a captive of my heart's fondness. Yes, I still haven't found the way out this abyss your magic hands had put me into. The pieces lingered until they became whole again, forcing me to resign to the fate of keeping you alive in my worlds, until whenever. This is the reality of the aftermath I thought and had hoped you would let me be.
This thing that lives for you transcends the bounds of time; I can't seem to rescue myself from its creations. You saved me, and I guess that is what has been keeping my poor heart at bay and hostage. It's not the nights that you visit to claim your dominance in my dreams, or the afternoons that I imagine of your smile in the air that I breathe. It is anything and everything that occupies my space.
My piece tells me that there is strength in not letting go and being at peace with it. I have been dancing at the end of the rope without the intention of giving in to the pull that took you away from me. And that takes all the muscle one can spare! I guess, persistence in all the things that matter to me is part of my irredeemable faults. Wish me luck in my trying to do this thing without your hand to hold mine.

© Ommie