you

the look you gave me paralyzed me

as those eyes did not look like you anymore
as those eyes gazed into my warm soul

the warmth in which I took years to gain and replenish
my warmth that loves so dearly.

they revived a memory—
encased in a shelf,
hidden in the pages of a book,
between the sentences,
and annotated in the margins.

a memory where you and I are akin.

the gut wrenching feeling as I discern the reality as to why I enraged you this much
the agonizing feeling as to why I had not been just as enraged at you

to which I realized—
we never healed.

though, I seemed to have moved on.
even then, It was a lie I concealed in moderation.

you are not you anymore.