Love Impasse

Love Impasse I am not ashamed to say it— I trace demons of you in the stars— perhaps because I cry at your abandon, for once, you were the riddle in my bones. But do I blame? No—I should have known where our paths split, where an anxious exit waited slyly— maybe I, too, left constellations behind. I rarely trust simplicity of things thanks to your abandon. All I know is that I Loved you— and have Loved you and Love you— But I could never lay my full self in the tide of your shifting light, nor could I assuage the storms you held so close. Though you are silent, your thoughts pervade me like serpents silent as a crypt, but hissing inwardly… bleeding inwardly— your presence in the sky sears me— I have been woven into your tumultuous pulse— but the question remains: do you feel the weight of me? I see where my hands have cut you, now that I bear the scars you left just as deeply. I have searched the ashes and all ends for something that could spark what we dismally buried— a single ember— a Hell—that could heat up the crushing cold places we once deemed Love.