"trapped"

Trapped in an empty room

with beige walls

and stagnant air;

I am okay,

when my cheeks become pink

and you lift them up

and remind me

to fix my eyes on your soul

I remember how lucky I am,

I forget the pieces of the puzzle that took me so long to solve

and I fool myself while you take care of everyone else,

I am okay.

When you return after years of absence

I am thankful, bright-eyed, hopeful-

I blow out the candles and wish for you and nothing else

but reality isn’t quite so perfect, is it?

You come,

you really do,

but at this point Medusa has already turned both of us to stone

and so your return is misplaced and I wish you would turn around again.