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I didn’t even see you… you weren’t there, but my heart weighs heavy with your memory.

For countless nights since our parting I prayed for your memory to erase from where it was embedded in my very soul, and for a while you were gone… now, today, in August, you’re back.

You only have to be enough for you... It only has to make sense to you... It only have to matter to you...

Okay.

When I asked you if you were okay – I was

actually asking for myself.

When I looked into your eyes with concern – I

was screaming for help.

I was looking at my own reflection – trying desperately to

give myself what I needed you to give me.

I got caught running to the glass reflection screaming

back at myself in your eyes – and I tripped

on the first step.