I find myself undefined. Looking through the window from a room I thought I knew. That misty view from a distance creates a vacuum I try to fight. Always containing the memories I can only look through from this distance.
Pain. It always hurts.
To be always reminded of the shards I held close for you. Sometimes I think I was a sacrifice. To help you shine through the night.
But I never heard you say a ‘thank you’ Or a simple ‘how are you.’
Perhaps I truly am just a sacrifice. Holding nothing but just that word.
That word that leaves me a little undefined til now.