residing

peel apart everything.

Everything.

With little diligent fingers

unravel everything into the way it should have gone, the way it took place in my head

and I, I was so wrong.  I thought that this place had more to offer

in the pit of our minds I hear your echoes clearly

a resonance that drives

more than you realize

trying to outrun the stretching shadows

in the ricochet of the starlight I become

hardened.

Held into this trap

Institutionalized to a degree that I will never seem to escape.

And we hold it, and we bear it, and the luxuriant infection seeps in through the splinters

I Know, what it means to know that my best is not enough

 I am not enough. my infection is deep. The way is long.

But I am not a slob.

As I think of seeing you happy again. Excited. Exciting. Exhilarated for the coming day

bleed my infection into this gray place, and smile.