When last….
When last did you find it hard sleeping alone?
When last was your mind corrupted with fear and worry after hours of silence?
When last were you unable to make it through something difficult on your own?
When last were you not generally lethargic?
When last…?
These questions need to be answered because time is passing and they are not noticing…
Noticing that it is no longer there.
The only presence they have become accustomed to is the absence … still can't see it
No it's not an elephant in the room but neither is it an ant,
Rather just a thing that the two have cleverly learned how to move around without moving it.
So you can't really say ignoring, more like adapting.
No the love isn't gone it's still very much there… when they decide to tap into it.
Perhaps it's lost its control or maybe their minds have somehow out grown the strength of it
perhaps…
It has been said before… it has been brought up in passing conversation between the two…
It only led to pleading and grovelling… he was sick with fear… couldn't put it pass himself to really understand.
Fear can make you forget the aftermath of today that will spill into the consequences of tomorrow.
She could spell it out here for him in bold capital but he would never bother to look…so she doesn't
Words on deaf ears… or on the dead…she suspects the fear has killed off his mind…
He looks but doesn't see, just like he listens but doesn't hear.
You see he has become accustomed to a certain picture…. His future
And the fear of instability so great that he is unable to question the weight of happiness in said future.
No one likes change they say…
So she is quite happy to stay with a man that cannot find his way back to her heart,
And he is only too happy to have her as the missing piece to his picture.
He does not see her…. Only the completeness of his picture.
Picture lacks maintenance and has begun to disintegrate…
It's fading away…
He can't see it but she can…
She could tell him but he will hear and not listen
She could point but he will look and not see
She could show him but he will touch and not feel.
When last did you sleep?
When last did you pray to see the morning?
When last did you wish for his presence when you felt around in the dark?
When last were you there?
When last….
