Are you trying?

Have you stopped loving me?
Are you trying?
Is the push against my chest the hardship,
or is it a pull on the places where we’ve joined flesh?
Today when I woke up I thought of you.
I was lying alone and I knew that somewhere, you were lying alone too.
I thought of every time I have ever swept your hair out of your eyes
I thought of the gentle ache of each individual decision to prune.
The hardship does not begin and end in you.
This is new.
Today when I woke up I thought of you.
I thought of the way you take comfort in my arms when you’re in pain.
I thought of the place in my chest that hurts when your anger cuts.
I thought of the nights we couldn’t sleep, and the nights we stayed up.
I thought of the day I kissed you and I knew,
and of the day that I kissed you… and… I knew.
I thought of us. I thought of me. I thought of you.
Have you stopped loving me?
There are tears in my heart I can’t explain, and I can’t always describe the subtle tingling in my limbs… when I know you’re pulling away.
I love you endless.
Sometimes it’s hardship,
sometimes it’s flying.
Have you stopped loving me?

Are you trying?

Ashley Wylde
May 12th, 2015

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