Not closed, shut, or locked; set so as to allow access or free passage through...Exposed to general view or knowledge; existing or performed without concealment; public; (of a person) acting publicly or without concealment.
The window's open, but I'm not shaking for the cold. My teeth are chattering, you know I need it, and you're snickering.
How did I get here? I don't mean here like this place; it's the same place we've lived for years and years and I know it like the back of my hand, maybe even better. But I can't see it at all now. No, no blindfold, no hand over my eyes, I just don't see anything at all. You opened me up wide to the black black sky, and I can't see anything at all, not even the stars.
Only you, my darling, you are the backbone of the night.
How did I get here? You led me down the garden path, into the rose hedge maze. I trusted you. And here we are in the central bower; I couldn't have gotten here without you. What will you do? The flowers are opening up, by night, and I can smell them. Humid, sweltering night, like a dense fog. The hedge closes, as if by magic. You surround me, like the crescent of the moon.
You know there is nothing like this moment, when I need something so bad, you still don't understand it. So close I want to bang my fists against my head in frustration. You are here and patient. My problem to deal with. Sweet time, all in sweet time.
Every nerve in my body feels like it's on fire--I know that's not original but oh how true it sounds to me at this moment. No matter how many times I've felt it or how much I think it's inured in me, I cannot quench it myself. What good is that distant memory of a day or so ago that we will once again become human, recognizable shapes slumbering in the dark? Nothing, I cry bitterly.
So I sit figuratively on my metaphorical hands and wait symbolically for your representational Will. A little abstraction and perspective are good for the soul.
Time heals all wounds. I just wish to hell it wouldn't reopen them too. Your advantage.
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