Constantly

[Nic Mirfield]

I don't see you enough to know, only what you've told me
and you told me how you wondered why she was so involved
and why she is constantly at your side and picking at your mind

It came from the shyest of places
out of the mouth of what I always swore I'd never taste
and it said you were a mirror to what she had
what she loved and lost and how she cared too much to let go

And that's when I realized that you were more than what you were
You were a forty-something with an elderly love
a man I had seen in photographs too old to hold on to

That was the day that I knew he was still alive
and the reason why she is constantly at your side and picking at your mind

[Nic Mirfield]

I wrote this piece early this morning and need some help ironing out the kinks. I generally struggle with endings. Any input would be greatly appreciated.