Everywhere but here… 2018

Everywhere but here... 2018

saying I love you is a butterfly bandage holding closed the open chest wound left when you decided to stay away for a little while longer

eventually, a painful realisation moves forward from the back of my mind and it occurs to me that you are never coming back at all

you made it seem like you would be back soon, as if my impatience for your return was juvenile and inconsequential

now, I vow to be impatient, to let you go

the butterfly has flown and this bandage isn’t holding shit together anymore

instead I choose to walk around a little less whole than before

a little less of me, without you, is a whole lot more

than me waiting on you, held together with a little butterfly bandage