Uncovered

Beneath it all

The rubbish of "supposed to"s and "shouldn't"s

Behind stacks of masks and almost cracking walls

Behind prison gates and a thousand defenses

Hiding back somewhere in the corner

Where what's expected doesn't matter

And all that is really is

Back there in the midst of nothing but honesty

Broken perhaps, weak maybe, and certainly imperfect

But honest and true and real and unladen

Unjudged, unsteppedupon, untwisted, unbelievable

But so very genuine

Back behind, beneath every label and costume

Every sheet and curtain and calamity

There

You are.

I miss you.

So much.