Wanted

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10/1/2021

I wanted you like no one else
I loved you like no one else
I swear to god
I was rearranging all the stones
Making space for all of you
Broken bones and swollen dreams
I was making space for all of you
But you
Slipped
Away
You never
Let yourself
Be seen
I could have killed myself
Loving you
I could have killed myself
Healing you
But now there’s one less
Faceless player
In your dreams tonight
One less tugged thread
Pulling you away
From your self hate

Old Growth in Congaree NP

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Erin Josey Williams

Autistic writer, mother, good girl, and widow/wife with chronic illness. I’m a caregiver and witness who loves and grieves without limit.