Shake the Frost from these bones.

There is a shared note waiting for apologies.

A note that says I should have.

A note that never comes.

A mystery door.

A path never known.

A past wiped away.

Who were you when I wasn’t looking?

How many nightstands do your words adorn?

Another promise becomes just a memory.

Why haven’t I met an old friend…

Why are there no saved photographs pinned to your wall.

Why didn’t we stop to visit your family next door.

Why does nothing make sense with you?

Why are you un-googable.

Is Google-able even a word?

You’d make me believe it is.

There are No ex lovers still friends.

You arrived with nothing.

I gave you a life worth

Believing in.

A love worth feeling

If only you could control your fire.

But you became who you always become.

The chameleon latching onto

anyone that will lift you up.

Needing. Controlling. Needing. Someone.

To Drive you.

Accompany you.

Not leave you.

Sit beside you.

Save you a seat.

Do as you say.

Because loneliness is a place you run from

Too afraid to sit with the edge of your shadow.

To afraid to cross off another casualty

Of all the wars within yourself you still haven’t won.

You tally all the lies on the score card.

As if they are trophies of the lives you’ve destroyed.

You may have gotten my participation ribbon

But I got out before the race ended.

Because running is what I’ve always done best.

You promised you were my safety,

but you were just the fire escape I climbed down when your fire took the only thing I had left.

Their is no safety in another.

And finally this mind is nialistic and I recognize you were just the test.

You’ll never make a believer of me.

And when they look for the remains the origin of where the fire started.

It was in my chest.