Old Times

I wish it all just vanished in a flash,

An inaudible poof to steer me clear from it all,

Just a blink to wipe my slate clean,

I want to start over with a new book in my hand,

A diary blank from cover to cover, not even a name imprinted,

The pages so crude under my hand,

Only to write a story again, from the beginning,

I want to see the ink trace my name again,

Burning itself into the background, and also into myself,

A soul waiting to be discovered from the depths,

A heart wanting to be found and kept safe,

Yet crouching in the shadows, jumping at every movement,

Each sound pushing the heart beat,

A wary eye peeping out, hoping to be seen,

Only to hide again, only to be caressed out,

Gently led into the light and the happiness waiting to return,

All I want is for the nightmares to fade away,

Just as I lay in your lap, cringing every time your hand touches my skin,

All I want to do is curl up in your arms as the storm calls in,

Just like old times; only that you weren't there then.