Spotlight

I’m waiting, watching particles of disturbed dust settling on the borders of the picture only now starting to fade. But I remember, cannot struggle against the chains of lost smiles so alluring, so important, now only restraint. I see your shadow everywhere but know you’re far away where I cannot hear your voice although I listen to its echo. And I feel the emptiness all around in the space where you were, feel the darkness where your light used to be my illumination. I want release, want a view other than all that is visible from between these prison bars that trap me in the past. I want freedom from the questions that linger in the abandoned chair where once we were tethered to the spotlight that was us.