The Neighbor

Where was it ever chiseled that your stone could be rekindled?
Who's to say after all these years,
you could put to rest my deepest fears?
Shared from the depths of my need is a hope that- just once- I'm right to believe.
And if there's only my footprints, what then? One set in the sand, one set the extent.
Is that all you had? To not even begin, wiped from existence, a memory of end.
But it started somewhere, in my binding heart. Those years ago, your bit-part.
Excelling in a role played better by fewer, you knew it was theater, and I, too, was a viewer.
All around us, the drones shuffled on, but together we were unfazed. It felt like your eyes were the sun, and your laughs were the rays.
But yet you could be cold, and I knew you had to leave. I let myself get close,
because I wanted to bleed.
And I know if I look back, and see that second set,
footprints in the sand that betray your cruel affect,
Then no matter what I do or say, or how much you have changed,
I'll let you let me let my blood,
Because it's an exquisite exchange.