As I look at you, I see me.
Lost to myself
Divided, overlapping desperation
When your you is upside down.
Unhappiness as a precursor to change.
The cold, sweaty slog to right the salacious bodily needs.
Decider in those wayward fleeting moments
Impactful in their damage, turnstile times.
Unpredictabability as a norm
Sneak a peak, reflections untrue
Tired cliches run through
Like time will heal.
Twelve years on
I’m finally there.
Recognition rife
As I look at you, I see me.
Kerry Bridges