purgatorio.

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.