The promises of normalcy
Quietly withdrawn, scattered
This to me is the most disappointing of all, the most heartbreaking
I understand the desire, I understand what you were looking for.
I understand you did not expect to find me.
I understand that I am your Muse whether you know it or not (you do know it though)
I understand the intensity, the depths of feeling
and all of the unknown unknowns that attend it.
I understand feeling out of control, tethered to something completely foreign in feel
I understand not wanting to name that, either.
The silence may be the hardest thing of all.
Especially since you promised you would never do that.
My patience may be Legion,
But my heart is always open, and there may not be room when you are ready.