Your truths, they wash away.

While I was gone, you wrote a letter titled, "the Open Truth".
I was not aware that on the edge of tomorrow,
your smudges of graphite would be the only remnants of you,
for you became the outsider, no longer serving as the invader,
the protector, whenever I struggled with myself.

You used to create heroes of us, shadow riders who would board
the soul train and never lose our souls though the night always
threatened to deceive us and hijack our identities.
We spoke of a thousand ways to live, dinner dates never scheduled,
you and I like a domino kid who believed once one dream was knocked down, the rest tumbled as you kept muttering,
"any day now."

Why did you wait so long?
Why did you choose to stay in the mirage of life,
losing all solidity, all realizations, though you claimed to visualize
truth before it was even broadcast among children
and society and... us.

It was I, never you, who made the decision at sundown.
The decision to rein my heart in, stop depending on
your command, and stop wishing you would ride on
bemused winds of my presence.
I am now the female hunter of the person I will become,
the one leading the last debate that decides who I
can painlessly trust.

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Written for Saffie's Title Toss Challenge.