Even In Death We're Bound

I watch you.
 Always.
 In the quiet spaces between your steps,
 in the moments when you think
 you’re alone.

I tell myself it’s love,
 this hunger that follows you,
 this ache that claws at my chest
 every time you pull away.
 I tell myself
 I’m the only one who truly knows you,
 the only one who can keep you whole.

You run,
 but I’m already there.
 You hide,
 but I’ve memorized your shadows.
 You build walls,
 but I find cracks.

Life without you is no life at all.
 I’ve convinced myself of that,
 over and over,
 until it feels like truth,
 until the lie becomes my heartbeat.

You don’t see me.
 Not really.
 You only see the weight of my presence,
 the hands you never asked for,
 the words you never wanted to hear.

But I’ll make you see.
 I’ll make you stay.
 Even if you don’t want me.
 Even if you run.

Even in death,
 we’re bound.
 Even in the silence
 of your absence,
 I will still be here,
 pressing my shadow into yours
 until you cannot tell
 where you end
 and I begin.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Bayles Avatar
December 8, 2025 at 10:42 AM
Wonderful, Makitia. A haunting poem.
Bordner Avatar
November 19, 2025 at 6:01 PM
Continued..." Even the silence of your absence, I will still be here, pressing my shadow into yours until you cannot tell where you end and I begin..." Your poetry has a willpower that is beautifully relentless Makitia. A Muse living at all costs. This poem is another FAV!!!...J.A.B.
Bordner Avatar
November 19, 2025 at 5:55 PM
In the penumbra of a noir love that stalks opportunity from the ache of an appetite that burns in the dark, we realize that the speed of light and the speed of darkness breathe together, that there is a depth and breadth to the magic of our poetry's prism where we play with the spectrum of heartbeat anthems that celebrate the chase and touch of destiny...J.A.B.
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