you are too muggy for me

not quite transparent enough

wonder if its your history

with loops and crevices

you have yet to figure out.

rendering you unable to speak

with your heart.

and while your heart stays silent

mine exists in purgatory

loving and not loved.

you’ve situated this heart

without saying a word;

with no recognition of its sacrifices.

you are too muggy.

not quite transparent enough

but now I see you clearly

from my view between

heaven and hell.