Meet Me

Don’t swipe left.
Just, write.

They say.
Write, now.
Right now.

I wrote my heart away
Bled the ink onto the pages
Turned them until the end cover
When there was nothing to discover
Except enjoying and experiencing
Life and light…
together…

…no longer…
running from the shadows
of where I was once hidden
Grief stricken, never guilt ridden
Good riddance

To whatever was unnecessary
But if we hadn’t been so relentlessly
stubborn
in pursuit of the selves we’d try to retain
Then why, oh why,
did you refrain from taking just one more step
to meet me

(less than)

halfway…?

MG