foggy Los Angeles morning.

Reclaim.

I sat on the bed beside your newly-showered body
wrapped in a damp towel
         eyes demanding; waiting.
You just want to know where my soul has drifted.
I enumerated all the ways I lost
myself to you - in years of unspoken
obligation; in the task at hand;
         the mission lovers are given,
until tears came down like rain
effortless in the presence of weighty clouds.
         you ask why.
I am mourning the loss
of who I am
when I am alone
a self unfettered by the sacrifice of loving
          another.