Change

When I see your face I'm reminded of the dreams we had.
When our eyes meet I'm drawn into their deepest depths.
When I see you walk I remember your hands on my hips.
When I see you speak I remember the smooth timbre of your voice.

The memories of us, holding hands, walking down the trails, in love
haunt me, threaten my sanity, push me toward you.
Then I remember the nightmares, the fear you inflicted.
The pain I felt from the words you spoke
Or the feel of your hand against my face.

You have so much healing to do in yourself,
And I'm working on my own mind.
It's not my job to fix you now.
Self change has to be your priority.

And all I can do is offer you hope.