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Cleaning Up My Past

When I thought there was no hope,

Or merely, the dream of a fantastical hope.

When I thought my reality

Was a one way street to crazy, old

Cat lady.

And even if that’s still an inevitable

Reality?

These chapters in between

If only.

Missing you was the ache I forgot

To recognise within my heart.

Why? My love?

Didn’t my brain hold those scenes in my forefront?

In all my search, searching

For a sense of self when you’ve been

My mirror.

I had to know myself.

To learn myself.

To recognise you within me.

And all your love

And all your tenderness

And all your acceptance

Your non-judgements

… you chose me?

Was it a choice? Or an uncontrollable

Magnet?

You and me.