That I don’t.

What do you see?

We’ve danced uninhibited,
but I’ve let you go so many times,
you’ve been scattered in the dark.

I shone flashlights in the corners
and under floorboards—and found pieces of you.

Threads to mend the seams—tender far too long.

I ache to be whole again.
And see with your eyes.

{on inner child work]