Lost

Dear him,

We were beautiful

Like the the breeze on a warm day

Like the peak of a mountain top, miles away

Your hands were soft

Like clouds I’d never touched

Sweet phrases from a tongue I’d never heard

Promises made, tightly bound in loosening grips

You were so beautiful I got lost in you

So lost, not a soul could reach me

You didn’t see, so blind to the pain

Questions unanswered in my own boggled brain

When did us, become you?

As I said goodbye for the hundredth time, the hands once soft, now rough, like fresh cut wood

You cut me

I bled

But I didn’t know I was dying until I looked down and saw myself disappearing

Now I’m alone, but not lonely

Knowing I lost you no longer hurts

Because it means I have begun to find myself.