Refugees of Reason

You Needed Me To Listen

A tempest gusts up in early May,
whipping dust across our faces.
Still, your words are perfectly clear
despite the howls of ancient winds
carrying dust from the times of patriarches;
dust that penetrates our eyes and ears
to debase and devalue a loving partnership.
Regrettably, dominant for a thousand years,
today, this dust obscures the landscape;
it beclouds my vision, surging through
the cracks, to permeate every synapse,
confounding my response this day,
when no response was necessary.
It leaves me diminished and untrusted.
It leaves you damaged and disgusted,
while your tears attempt to wash away
the centuries of dust that have collected.

~gtk