We came here
from a place of mottled
light and shadow.
Callused hands
traded for callous hearts
and I
have fallen in
to the looking glass,
never looking back.
How must that
have felt for you?
Why have you stayed?
Is love so stubborn
that it refuses to see
the object of its affection
has been lost
to some mad game?
Stranger still,
I came back,
woken from some
crazy dream
and you and I
are here,
together again.
You seem grateful.
I am confused.
My eyes hurt,
like there is pressure
behind them.
Years unnoticed
creep across my face.
Indulgences
became hard masters
once again,
but you and I
don’t seem to care.
I ask myself,
“Is love so stubborn,
that it will endure
every hardship,
for only a moment’s gratification?”
I know the answer;
and I too am grateful,
not bitter,
not angry,
and not scared.
HG – 2021
