Inquisition Poem by Kai Ford

You can never miss what you never had they say
So how could I realistically miss you?
And if you always want what you don’t have
Why don’t you miss me?
And if you knew you’d be here,
Why’d you even start?

Start to show me you have the capacity to be warm
Like a familiar hug
Or why did you start to show me you could care?
Instead, I got a swift kick in the back from the power of your foot
Fueled by regret, hurt& other unmentionables

So I sit, then stand, and pace
So I lay, and write, then hope
You are more parts warm, then more parts troubled
More parts care, then more parts confused
More parts able and less parts fearful

Fear of what?
Fear of whom?
Me?
Little me?
Big me?
How do you see me in your world?
Alas, the best question I could ever ask in this moment…