Waiting for the day when nothing else remains.
When all that we have and were will refuse to remain,
The day that I cease to torment us with this simmering hate,
The day you again love what I -What WE can create,
The time that can be dedicated to ourselves and not,
When love is speared again with our best shot,
But, maybe this is all just indulgent fluff,
Life is not so hurtful, not so rough,
I even have offers from long-forgotten pasts,
Long winding pasts into obscured depts so dark,
I stand momentarily unhinged yet complete,
Seeing new strengths, the many nuances of me,
Filled with such acceptance and love for them all,
The US I created within this exterior crow,
And unconfident, hurtful, sorrowful, unknowable, unlovable lore,
Not worthy of that past yet deserving of infinitely more.