Your Priority

This list of yours where do i fall? My name faded ink squeeze in between free time and work. When will my name be written in stone further up your list. For now I fade. I pray for an underline, an italicize, or a bold pen trace my body. Highlight me for my voice is gone from screaming. Decorated in obscene ornaments to catch your eye. But you remain a machine indulged in its process. Vanity in front of a mirror. You hair so grey now from when i last saw you Old hands, weak bones. Just weeks ago we were both children. I remain infantile and you now my elder My love, held together by a destiny she writes, In a black book, lost in her matrix. Free yourself. Free me. I miss you.