You were there but I could not reach you; your world overshadowed.
I brought you sunshine but it was just too dark for you to see it.
I threw you a rope but your body was too weak to catch it.
I had to walk away because the crevasse between us was just too wide.
I wondered, do I build a bridge or just wait for you to make your way back, somehow?
You retreated with your selfish companion, but I knew, if you could, you would have stayed with us.
I saw this and I understood but it was so hard.
While you were gone I had to keep moving.
I could not simply stop and await your return because there is not only us.
I missed you.
I was treading water and no-one else could see my legs flailing beneath the surface.
But, I knew you would come back, you always do.
I love you; it’s the darkness I hate.
Writing along with February prompt-a-day over at write alm; today’s is ‘write the darkness’.
It is hard being the light in someone’s darkness but harder still to be in the darkness waiting for the light.
Have a great Sunday.