Heal Over Time
Title: Things Heal Over Time... Right?
My lips form a word I can't even begin to speak.
Still, I lay in the ark you'd try to call, "home,"
Hands outstretched toward the only window in a cryptic tale of escape.
Your faint shudders became a lullaby of my own, and now each line of your body is engraved
in mind.
'I'll never leave.' Each lie sweeter than the last.
Then you reached to intertwine your fingers through my own, oh, how they fit so perfectly
together.
All I can do any more is watch with wide eyes for your return.
Now it's nearly light outside, and I wonder when I was shaken from slumber.
Blinking sleep from my eyes, dilating from the darkness of the room I inhabit.
I'll always reside here, but you left long ago.
This will be my only ending.
A fairy tale of dust, ash and bones.
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