Faces

Simultaneously blessed and cursed with seeing her face on my screen.

   There must be a name for the phenomenon when a person's face resonates and sticks with us through our life. A face we may only see so many times but every new picture just takes you back. Something inside screams. Screams that you wish would subside. But those screams wish you both had a path that led you together in the end.

    My soul.

        My core. 

            These screams impossible to ignore.

    Nostalgia is just love in disguise, or is it the other way around? Who is this face now? 

        So far removed from the way I used to know it back then. 

            Is there a future or is it always a "when?"

    Is it appropriate to reach out? Would I just look insane? 

        Or are words better left unsaid because I, too, have changed?

    I will forever remain on the sidelines. I am the bones buried right in your backyard.

        But I will never be found so I'll take one last swig.

            Because you don't know, or don't care,

                to dig.

Author's Note

Sometimes writing it out feels better, sometimes it doesn't. I think this will stick with me until the day I die.