Pick Me Up At The Lost & Found

Memories of you inundate my once purged mind and soul.

At least I thought they were purged. Stripped clean of every memory of you.

But like a slave touching old wounds, they still exist. They still scar moribund life.

Clearly it was a facade. Evidently the moment I saw you I wanted to hold you.

The moment I saw you I wanted to tell you what a fucked up world this is but you’re not alone.

The moment I saw you, the painted china glass of my whimsical facade fell apart. 

I missed you.

My senses longed for you. 

How do you convince a man that he needs something that he has convinced himself that he doesn’t need?

For you that answer was easy – touch him.

And in the 39 seconds that we stood in that the embrace, I wanted to say so much.

All I could muster was a measly, I miss you.

And when I did the shattered pieces of my perfect facade burnt in a stupendous flame.

For a reason I simply cannot fathom. Love knows love.

Maybe it was to make sure I never told myself that lie again.

But the lie is not a lie I can subdue. Its not a lie I can control. Believe me it has a mind of its own.

We’re apart for a reason and that reason shouldn’t be.

Why should I be apart from the woman I love? Is the world such a cruel place.

Now I sit on this broken forgotten culvert. Ironic, broken and forgotten, that I am.

I write this note on my phone, I’ve already decided you’ll never see this, but I know someday I will show you.

I’ve already rendered my heart inutile as it has proven itsel to be.

The tears on my face have already decided that you’re more than needed.

Come get me. I’m at the lost and found.