Richochets

I trip over the echoes that resound within my heart, reverberating with my pulse and richocheting amongst the memories. You and I, a million montages torment me and I am a prisoner, rusting key in hand. (This time I want you to set me free.) Love so strong it shields us from a bitter storm of opposal and lies, a world that will never accept. We endure. Hatred that burns, so furious at each other's inability to keep holding on or to learn to let go. Acid words rain between us, corrode at our cores. It should be so simple; I love you, you love me but here we are snatching precious hours here and there beneath the shade of lies. (How I long for sunshine, I hope you don't forget.)