Unfinished

Under the blanket I bred an indispensable rebellion against you

Quivering against my quickness, emotional talons scratched upon your back

Irrevocable

And I felt it too

As if you’d never get a day of reckoning

But you didn’t know who I was before the end

So to live as a still life painting in your world

Was the quintessential representation of adoration  

Solely receiving quizzical observation from your furrowed brows

Or those uncertain hands awkwardly placed by your sides

Knowing that you mastered holding unrequited love frozen in time