I’m here, sitting in a chair…

thinking about you.

I’m reclined as my mind settle into this routine of bringing you

into

the rear view mirror of my heart…. 

I haven’t written in a while afraid that if my words touch you…

you too would break, and I’m here picking up the broken pieces 

of my broken life trying not to be have King Midas’ cursed touch…

Longing but hiding…

Praying but keeping….

my distance- 

because I won’t be able to….

breathe….

if I…, if I….

break 

you.

©Simone Holloway,2015 

Written from the perspective of a broken soul…

Features artwork from :http://overasiaandbackagain.blogspot.com/2010/04/imaris-okawamachi.html?m=1