Dear, you.
And we wade
Into our photographs and rusty
Frames of time,
Of each other.
You give me a trigger and
I'll give you a stare of regret.
We all live in closets full of ourselves.
This one is for you
I'm thankful that I know you
And yet I don't.
But the heart cries
When I see the face of darkness
Whittling you away,
The dread that washes over.
I don't know the whys that are echoing off the walls,
I don't know the pain that numbs you ever,
but I know the love.
The love that keeps you safe.
That which will stare the darkness
Into a light parade.
Showering smiles,
Giving strength to walk on.
And run, fly.