I was just a face

I was just a face,
somewhere,    back when things were -  
Now, I’m in my place:
image on paper-     ink on a yellowed page.

     I accept this isolation.
     Friend of mine, you can pull away,
     but you can not abandon
     anyone    who could never feel.

Wandered through our ruins.
Becalmed    in the worst of rage.
Hell, the wind, snow, and rain
always pass, and all I see is dead.

      Detachment.
     Pain, it won’t get through.
     Always thought it over rated;  
     still, I know    you need to feel.  

           Am I
           wrong    to make you cry?  
           And, you:  
           content  
           to call me
           Inhuman?  
           
Stand at the edge of melt down:  
trying to find   my natural state;
though you could drink in all I was,  
or let me burn, if you so desired,  

     like  the star above an alien desert.  
     Let a galaxy call me the lord of sand,  
     light years away from any tears.  
     I’ll never say     I was ever    abandoned.

           And, I
           am wrong if I make you cry.
           And, you:
           content    
           to call me
           inhuman.  

I was just a face.