FADING INITIALS
My scars formed a pattern that spells out your name,
This is to say....I can not erase it,
And so you are all I'm covered with,
My body became an ever present reminder that I was once yours and some part of me still is.
You told me our pulses were the same,
...I believed you,
I listen to my pumping blood whenever I miss your voice,
It's...not quite the same,
It seems like your shadow,
Like a second hand version of you,
Like a lingering form I can't touch,
And so I've gotten used to the feeling of your nonexistent presence,
See when you left,
An abyss filled your absence,
Draining me mercilessly until I turned lifeless,
Until my bones didn't have flesh to support,
Until my blood didn't have a body to nourish,
You once told me we're all particle and dust in our core,
And somehow I felt this more than ever.
My dear,
My scars formed a pattern that spells out your name,
But, scars heal and names get forgotten,
And soon your initials will be buried benateh my skin,
Soon I will no longer trace them the way my fingures have memorized,
Soon I will make peace with the pieces of you that have merged with mine,
Soon...I will learn to live with the darkness the way you taught me how.
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