Default
You are my default setting.
The person I always go back to.
You are faded familiar pathways—a song always looping in the background
The white noise in my head.
Beloved and frustrating and unchanging.
A conundrum of hope and despair.
You are everything I ever wished for and nothing I ever expected.
You are the only real thing in the universe,
But the only person I cannot just reach out to touch.
You are the default,
The center
My touchstone.
A rock of sentiment I'm not ever sure I want anymore.
I walk away, but it turns out the path I'm following is a circle
It leads right back to you.
Always back to you.
I can't escape
Sometimes I'm not even sure I left in the first place.
Has my life always been this?
A vicious cycle
A love never meant to be fulfilled
But forever consuming.
You are my default setting.
Or maybe I'm just broken.
YOU ARE READING
Of Books and Angel Wings
PuisiThese words were written in anger and in sadness and in love. A collection of odds and ends poems who didn't have a home, but now they do. Mariah M. Gilmore Poetry Collection. All rights belong to me.
