Crossroads

I barely remember what it felt like
To be gathered in your arms
When it felt like we were together
Now I only see the harm

And wasted time alone
In rooms that I built
Rooms you refuse to visit
And refuse without a trace of guilt

What did we used to talk about?
Where was it that we joined?
Did the light between us ever exist?
Were sacraments ever poemed?

Clearly now I see
What I once mistook as life -
How roughly it was handled
And how you'd pull your knife

And cut me so deeply,
But without action, so I'd bleed
A curiosity - a bloodletting
Something taken, something freed.

When all I really wanted
Was to help you, and to grow
And to build a life together
But there were things I didn't know:

Assumptions and dark secrets
Denials and the Truth
A Seeking and a Hiding
The Lies and the Proof.

We stand again at crossroads.
You have become the sign.
And I, the weary traveler,
Misdirected every time.

                                ---unAsleep