– Bridging Gaps –
Years had gone by
between the closeness of us.
I was so very angry
that you had ignored me,
never thought to learn of
the damage that had shaped me,
what roads I had traveled
to escape from harms way.
In our early days,
it was consistency which you craved.
I had hidden that history
to make for you a better version of me,
and I became the narrow bridge
between our life and your absence.
But one can only hide
so many pieces of a history
before the gaps begin to show.
I had looked away from myself for far too long,
and those gaps are now great enough
to swallow me whole.