You

“You”

You…you always were one of the brave.
How…how does it feel to walk on my grave?
Such a narrow passage there that you tread
With the light streaming just up ahead…

How can I hide from my own disguise,
When you cannot see it in my eyes?
How I hunted you when I was lonely
Is written in my face, and the only
Shadow that walks behind us
Is the ghost of what life was.
And as scared I was back then
I think I would live that life again.

You did not know the way I hurt you,
But you forgave me for what I can’t undo.
I was so scared of falling in love for the first time
That when you said that you were mine
I couldn’t help but borrow other flesh
And you…for that…never loved me less.

There were other sins I could have committed
And you…you ever and always admitted
To your wrongs, that were so innocent
That you begged for things to be different.
And I shall be damned when on your light
I unworthily seek respite
Down the eons of my days in your heart
Where I did not belong from the start.
Where I do not belong…
Where I do not belong.

© 2022 Marten Hoyle