To Love Me Is To Accept Me

- Rift: Part II - Poem XIV -

The dinner grew cold, and the silence was getting near,

I slipped from my seat at the table, no reason, no word

I promised forever, yet I disappeared,

A vow left unspoken, a promise unheard

Your sister once whispered that love could decay,

That trust is a glass that can shatter with time

I swore I’d hold you, but I drifted away,

A ghost in the night with no reason, no sign

For to love me is to accept that there is no me, yet I can’t still,

I cling to an image that wasn’t my own

I carried my shadows, my doubts, and wills,

Left you abandoned, forgotten, and alone

Twenty-one years’ worth of echoes still burn,

I gave no answers, just silence instead

I vowed to be constant, but failed to return,

I vanished and left only questions unsaid

Now you sit with the past like a king on a throne,

Holding our memory carved into stone

But to love me is to accept me, and so,

I left with my silence, my shadow, my ghost