I got your message today.Rumblings of confusion and detached emotions weaved together with a silken web of retreat being digested in a deep aggressive sea of your toxicity.
I heard your discontent as you pointed at my many failings and shortcomings -- with a boney finger worn and old from its constant exposure in the direction of everyone but you.
I stood in your window looking into your life -- my face pressed hard and constant against the brittle and steadfast glass.
I waited patiently for you to pass -- to see me -- banging, scratching, and desperate hands bloodied to let me in.
Your nose stuck in the book of your life so deeply you can’t smell the rotting of my affection left dead on the doorstep -- another casualty of your own personal defiance.
You just passed! Will you…. Will you….. No! Don’t …. go! You didn’t see me.
Come; visit the labyrinth of my empathy maybe you can find the way out. I’m stuck blind in a corner desperately reaching out for your guidance -- don’t worry. I can’t see and you can’t hear. We’ll be fine.
Did you think that forgiveness is handed out like the number in a butcher shop?
Now serving number 814
I look down at my number…. So far from yours.
Oh, I got your message today….. Will you get mine?
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