The Rabbit Hole

He swooped in to catch my last breath as if the skies had opened and poured a red rain like never before. 

Once and always I'd forgotten through the passing time, of who I am, what I was, and who I am ready to become.

To myself I'd given the promise of solitude. 

Never am I going to love as I have loved, to another or more.

 He was all I had to replace addictions with confession, within that pure dignity I had found. 

I had lost all time and memory. 

I could not be his, and he could not be mine.

I have always belonged somewhere else. 

The single sighting of the promise on my finger has burned a red ring into my flesh, a fate I could not escape.

Down the Rabbit Hole I go.

 He swooped in to catch my last breath as if the skies had opened and poured a red rain like never before.

Once and always I'd forgotten through the passing time, of who I am, what I was, and who I am ready to become.

To myself I'd given the promise of solitude.

Never am I going to love as I have loved, to another or more.

He was all I had to replace addictions with confession, within that pure dignity I had found.

I had lost all time and memory.

I could not be his, and he could not be mine.

I have always belonged somewhere else.

The single sighting of the promise on my finger has burned a red ring into my flesh, a fate I could not escape.

Down the Rabbit Hole I go.