I touched you once too often
Disappeared into the boundary
That was your face, your thoughts
I called my soul back all night
But it was lost, lost in you
I thought I’d leave this morning
For good, but you kicked me out instead
I touched you once too often
Though silently you pretended to understand
In leaving I realized you hadn’t a clue
So I emptied out your drawer
Of all the life I gave to you
You hardly stooped to pick it up
All the sacrifice I offered you
In listening to your stories of pain
I aged two years after you
In the six months of heart-break
I touched you once too often
When I was with you, and when we were apart
The last time I saw you
You shamed me for good.
Wuji Seshat 
Heartfelt, sensitive, and beautiful imagery. I particularly loved these lines:
“In leaving I realized you hadn’t a clue
So I emptied out your drawer
Of all the life I gave to you”
Thank you, yes those lines are quite realistic. We want so badly to give, but when it’s not given back it’s half tempting to try and balance the equation. Thought the fact that we love some more than they can ever love us in return is one of the saddest things for me.
You poor your heart out on your “pages”
Love a lot of your pictures, do you do them or do you find them somewhere?