Compass

Running my fingers along my sore thigh,
Thoughts of you come to mind.
Thoughts of how you are;
How you've been,
Hoping you're staying strong.
Beautiful colors of red blue orange yellow and pink
Cover the top half of my thigh;
And I can't help but try to suppress my tears.
I have the answers you've been looking for;
But I've only just found them myself.
I let a fresh set of tears come as I look across the room;
The hoodie I had specially made for you giving me
A very important reminder.
I miss you so much.
And I sit and watch in anguish as the grey days only grow darker;
colder without you here to shed the warmth and light I so dangerously need.
Still;
I only hope that you yourself are ok Because I know that eventually,
At least I hope;
I will be ok.
I delicately trace the lines of color over my delicate thigh;
Almost finding some kind of strange peace in the intricate lines.
I know you were never much for tattoos;
But all of mine have meaning,
And as I look down at the beautiful compass covered in the colors that resemble our love;
I know exactly what it means.
The last time you left;
I had no guidance.
But this time;
I have a compass to help me learn what I need,
In order to survive.
A compass...
So I don't get lost while I'm trying to find my way without you.