You Are

I am settled. My heartbeat
is in my fingertips.
                              
                         I take a deep breath,
               the air is sweet, and
        stifles the taste
    of fear.

Look at me again.
You are a closed
           door, and I've tried every
      key I could find.
How do you live like that?

I am trying to keep
      the memories
         within my eyes, but they
      slide across my
          eyelashes and fall onto
                  my hands.

                                            I am not
                                so simple.
                 And some puzzle pieces
                 refuse to fit together.
    I could sit here
    for days,
    spread them all out on the floor,

                   and never understand.

Close chances dig deeper than mistakes.

Confessions unwind like ribbon
        from my lips, I tie
            your hands with them, but
                they are not strong enough.

Words
                cut
                             more than
                                                anything.

As you rise, a wish slips
         through the air towards me. You turn
              away, and I catch it when you are not
              looking. It's the last piece
         of you I hold on to
     as the glass
               door quietly closes.

You needn't say such things.
I fasten the wish
around a few pieces
of my heart, it's
enough healing for now,
and I whisper to myself,
                  You are.