Inspired By T. G.

I see you. As I close my good eye, you are wounded from experience and I am the one who bleeds. I wonder if by chance you think of me? There are days where I think someone is calling my name but I look and find no one. Please tell me you have changed your name to no one because this heart I hold in the palm of my hand grows faint as your cries for help increase. God tell me what to do?! Do I hold my heart and send an invitation for help or drop my heart and comfort you? Do I wish upon the stars in your eyes that the vision of my love is you or do I turn my back to your words. You indeed are wounded from experience, but wounds can heal... Can't they?