Elsewhere

I see you
as You are,
 perhaps as You never were
I do not wish to heal the wound
or rebuild a bridge, you burned,
between what we once were
that chance is long gone
I can only extend
the courtesy, you had once with me
by saying no more
I kindly ask you,
to take your stare
elsewhere,
My lines, my words
poetry without remorse
my art, my work
it´s me in every piece.
Nothing more truthful
than a naked soul.
You regard me,
unworthy..
do not give me a thought
move on.