A Space For Honesty

The dilemma of the
birth of a relationship
once dead
rises many gloomy
questions.

What do I want
from you, from this,
from what we were?
Should we build a chemistry
that we know still exists in our
burnt out hearts?
Can you feel the fire
of what we once felt rekindled
by the memory of our life that
was?

The cutting words, the
despair of our splintered hearts,
the
painful goodbye and
the ruthlessness of our
tumultuous loneliness.

Oh! the memory of our divided love
strangled me yesterday,
but your comforting voice
rescued me and reminded me of the
passion of our love,
how alive we were!
how beautiful and fulfilling
it was!

Memories of happiness wafted through
my barren heart,
I felt the ashes of bitterness
washed away by the tidal wave of
love laden times.

But the dilemma remains.
What do I want from you,
my shadow of love?

I want what we never had -
a companionship that is not
diluted by the war of our egos.
I want a friendship that
can stand the test of our
inflated pride.
I want space for honesty, a place
for gentle words, the time for us to
be the people we really are, to have
the permission to go wrong and the comfort
of knowing that it's okay.

I want what we did not, nay,
could not allow each other:
our friendship and
respect.