A Walking Trigger Warning

Your eyes were the first thing I feared before I even saw your body.

The desperate hunger of a soul

that had not seen daylight in years.

I never thought that a light could go out in a person still breathing.

I would wander the night

trying to make hazy the strong bite of loss you filled in me that soulless night,

some years ago now.

You still have entrance to my mind.

I still remember your eyes.

I still remember the words

you spoke before you took.

And most of all

I remember

that woman,

who once was me,

became not me.

That is the tragedy of most takings.

It ends the very parts of you,

you didn’t know you loved.

It hardens your fingers.

They dig into ground,

lest you be lifted towards clouds full of thunder.

Where there is no right, there is no wrong.

Only the loud, painful truth,

that you were once whole

and now,

you are not.