If you had asked me,

Like you’ve known me,

Three years ago,

What my biggest fear was,

I would have given you

The answer you’d expect.

But the list has changed.

Now, in my own naming,

My greatest fear has a name:

A face, a voice I can’t escape.

I’m scared as if I’m a child 

Who’ll never spend a night

Without a touch of living,

Without the sense of grieving.

Without a hope of forgiving, 

But I still breathe, not because you asked,

It’s because you’ll never stop.

You never stop haunting the spaces,

Between the wounds in my heart

And between the nights when it plays its part

Like a memory that returns

Only to remind me that you were once here. ✦