Elucidating Questions

Keeping the list with me in my pocket as I continue forward down this road of desolation.

I keep asking if you’re here because without you any future just seems lonely

And alone.

If you even exist. That’s the question with no answer.

I thought

I’m sorry.

None of these letters will reach you. Because I don’t even know what direction to send them in.

Whether or not anyone could love me from seeing the mess I truly am.

Maybe I make it worse by being me and it just means you’re still not here so

You won’t ever find me out there.

I’m too afraid to say the words I really want to say outloud.

The face you see is a lie.

So if I even found you, you’d never recognise me anyways.

And if I recognise you, I’m afraid to say so

Because no one else recognised me.