she is all over me again

It doesn’t come as easy as it once did
The darkness has receded and in its place left only blankness
The unmitigated scene of forever spent alone
An inexorable truth only caught on sights peripheral

Catalogued and stored for later consumption
Only realized too late for the life altering certainty it is
Unavoidable and unassailable in its justice
A character assassination sanctioned by its target

The path laid before easily recognized as Robert Frosts
Less traveled, less worn, hard to find and harder to navigate
A bare set of footprints set in snow
Cold and windswept, revealing nothing other than its exodus

Inept and unwilling to make necessary changes
Words become trivial
Only the actions are judged
Deemed distasteful and lacking

It becomes hard to battle outside feelings of superiority
Confronted with militant super-ego
Goose stepping without emotion
Demanding perfection from others, while flaunting personal flaws

It has become unrealistic for this love to continue
Outdated and morose in its inequity
Requiring a better person exist, where there is none
Needful in spurts, indifferent in perpetuity

To say that I will never be able to see that look in your eyes again would be an understatement
A non-verbal condemnation so violently instant and assured
Breaking down all barriers erected for self preservation
Leaving me open and exposed to all the elements of our consort

In the end, as in the beginning
I shouldn’t have to beg to be a part of you
And I shouldn’t be left wishing at night
That you weren’t a part of me.