Grasping onto that beautiful long hair.
I find myself in this space of in-betweens.
Yearning to get out.
Nothing is keeping me in but i am stuck in this void.
It is safe enough, this in between. I am unable to survive past the threshold.
Resolution feels like a fleeting idea placing gapping holes in my journey.
If I become too compliant I get stuck but if I move too far I fall.
Your looming presence has just became a constant and after a while I just gave up trying to find my way out of the grasp of the memory.
I was able to ignore it and that eerie comfort served me.
But I no longer want to feel like a stranger to myself.
I want to feel at home again in the vessel that you took away.
I tried to look back and grasp at that body slipping away but I could no longer recognize her features.
I see her over there waiting in the corner slowly gliding into the darkness I walked through.
Just One foot at a time with a hand prepared to rebound.