To a Time Since Passed

I often wonder if you would recognize me now.

Behind my creased face and calloused heart,

would my name still rest on your tongue?

Your face has not changed.

Forever frozen in my mind, it concedes more each visit to your true nature.

Would you envelop me as my memories insist you did then,

a warm lull hung around my small shoulders?

Or would the truth if it bite through,

bones broken long ago sharp once again?

Screams and anger assuming their forgotten posts in my chest.

This vestigial love I keep for you occupies my still moments.

It breathes into me, invites me to reach back through time and be with you again.

And I do reach

I reach every time and still my affection goes unmatched.

It may be my love is misplaced.

But over that, it seems, I have no control.