Written by: Christina Clark

My brain muscle taut,
Exhausted with over thought
Bruised sentiments.
Towards 'us'
I lay here, not knowing which path is rightfully mine, if any.
Gentle flashbacks prefer the early hours.
You expressed your deepest thoughts,
A disposition that did not come readily.
I embraced your display of emotion courteously.
And understood.
I in turn, showcased mine... fears, fate, desires.
Something, I had never felt possible. You held my hand through it all.
Are you still there?

Copyright © Christina Clark