I am motionless, like you
breaking my own heart again
and again. a cyclical sun doesn’t care who I am
doesn’t care how bright.
it is just another near miss. teaching moments
stalk us like a predator
we track her prints through dense undergrowth
and she remains indefinable
I am still like you, while we speculate
if we should have designed
a plan when we saw the doorway
but, we are unwilling to lay down
our weapons. we are unwilling to open the door
while reprieve evades us,
film clips flash across the darkness
there are pictures we will not
forget,
reminders of why we break
our own hearts again, and again
we are the same, and you are my
negative
I am still, like you
© 8.26.2015 heather brager
