Glass Castle

Fictional altercations and elapsed arguments
created to stain the memory of you, in order to let go
to move on to other things
that mattered less.

Blind attempts in reaching for the remains of you
the suppressed longing manifested in dreams
waking with frantic attempts to suppress
the truth of your lingering.

The periodical flooding of my heart
yielding to the pain of knowledge without action
moments of sensless penned hopes
letters later shattered.

Stiffled silence made worse by the lonliness
and brief allowances of impossibilities
that you would break my glass castle
with your own mirrored confessions.

Strangled existence fracturing into fragments
in a continued rejection of the truth
becoming more apparent despite the struggle
to move on, to let go.

...yet in small moments, when I'm alone
I allow the whispers of my soul to escape
hoping that fragments will reach you and you'll know
the secrets of my broken heart.