Worthy Of You

"Do you remember?"

"Show me."


It was how it started, how it began.
I wanted to save her...from myself.

They wouldn't let me.

I took a shuttle down the tunnels...
and the visions began,
the memories,
the flashbacks.

I then saw the pictures--
photographs.
From long ago.

I tried to save her...
from myself.

They wouldn't let me.

I could not ignore those feelings.

They kept screaming at me.

The music, the songs,
the photos,
the pull towards her--
so strong.

And so it swallowed me,
it followed me,
it taught me.

I saw the writings, the poems,
the texts and then there they were again--
emotions.

And the voices in the photographs jumped at me,
painted a picture--
---many all at once--
like hard liquor.

But I was sober,
and then the flood began,
it was a mediocre hangover,
it would not stop,
had to build a dam,
inside a coffee shop.

And I sat down with them and we talked.

A fair deal unlocked.

Because I tried to save her from myself,
it did not work,
they wouldn't let me...

...because we're the match,
​and she's the spark.

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