34/365 {Unfinished}

SHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOO

This is not me speaking.

It's a breeze,

flooding the area between your lower earlobe and shoulder

telling you I want you back in my life.

It is not me

Because I vowed to never speak to you again 

and I could never break a vow.

But while we're here,

I want you to know I'm waiting for you.

This may seem a bit confusing because I'm practically never still,

Constantly moving in a direction some have described as forward

but there is a bus stop in the pit of my stomach.

I am perpetually sitting...

in a waiting room with your name on the list of comatose victims.

I am praying you come to

but afraid if you do you won't remember my name.

Or this face,

that has slid to the back of so many minds as easily as

{clearly}