You or me

I see you there, lost and alone

Or perhaps not, perhaps

You are fine and this is my mind,

Playing tricks, seeing in your face

A reflection of my pain,

This place of empty hurt


I see you there, and I want

To take your hand, to reassure you

That life will treat you kinder,

But perhaps what I truly want

Is just for you to reach out and

Give me that courage I lack


I want to hold you, pull your

Weary body close, give you

Warmth and radiance and hope;

Or is it me who needs that touch?

A gentleness, to ease my fears,

To sate that lonely longing


Is it you, or is it me?

I wonder, as on my own I sit,

Pining for your face, hoping

I can one day squeeze your hand,

Thoughts racing as I think of a touch

That I know will never be


For you are you, and I am me

On your face, those troubled lines

Are nothing but my bitter shadow,

An unfaithful echo, and

I’ll leave you now so that I may

Not scar your features further

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Storyteller, holistic health guide, and lawyer, with a mission to promote health and ways of living more harmoniously on this planet and with each other.

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