I miss and forgive you
with most of my heart.
I’m fine most the time
until I fall apart.
I feel like I’ve beat this
but then I’m outsmarted.
The journey’s not over
but at least it has started.
The progress of feeling
is slow and dismays.
The process of healing
takes more than five days.
But most of the time
I just want you to hold,
Some comfort from that
which can not be controlled.
The sound of your voice
echoes still when I suffer.
The words that you spoke
heard by me and no other.
The tears in your voice
on the phone told the truth.
The long held self loathing
ignored in your youth.
The pain that you shared
and inspired by wanting.
The pain lingers there
undefeated and haunting.
I hate how I ache
when I see what you’ve sold.
Your lie is a burden
the world thinks is gold.
But soon you’ll be here
where you won’t need to hide.
We’ll cling to the strength
that the truth can provide.
We’ll strive to fight fears
that we barely can fathom.
As I survive tears
which still strike me at random.
Written by Jason Wright
June 30, 2017
