Why now? Why him? Why me?

You were always there, albeit fleeting,

for three long years, you came and went from my line of vision.

So why now? Why him? Why me? What am I repeating?

Do the patterns in my life need serious revision?

I remember November,

nerves in a new city,

locked down in surrender,

refusing everyone’s pity.

In the fight for survival,

I did not pay attention.

I wage silent battles within my soul,

which has long been a black hole

where dreams of vulnerability go to die

too tired to fight, to try,

That is,

Until I dreamed of him.

Broken, before he has even held my heart,

I silently fall apart,

Tears fill the deep blue sea

Why him? Why now? Why me?

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