the outskirts of us

she thinks about the first time she met him, and how she thought she saw something there behind his eyes

the spark

the soul

the one

but now she looks at him again and sees it was only a mirrored reflection she mistook for a sign.

it was only him-looking-at-her that made the light

and now that he looks away

his world is darkness

but with a blindness even he can't see.

the choice

so i have

to let go

because

if i stay now

not knowing

if you'll stay with me

there may come a day

when

i won't be able

to find

my way back

alone

the castle in the sky

sometimes we

miss what's right in front of us.

especially if we're always

straining our eyes

constantly

looking towards the horizon.

looking for things we

know will never come.

instead of

reaching out and

holding onto

the ones we

already have.

the mistake

There's a moment when you can't remember how you got here. 

Why you came here at all. Did you make these choices?

So much easier when there's someone else to blame.

But you're standing here, so you must have. And now you can't quite remember how to breathe.

But there's nowhere else to go.