Will you take me to where the stars are brightest, one more time? Where they touch down and make their homes upon your soul? Because I tried to memorize how our bodies moved and how rocks felt against clothes-less feet But time carried me away before memories were sealed So, now, I move in clumsy circles stubbing bare toes on harshest pavement.
Have all the constellations fallen down, A giant flood of unclaimed wishes Followed by pure darkness? Because I'm trying to explain the lack of freckles in These barren night expanses, and Heaven refuses answers.
Will you lead me back through blackened roadways So I can show you to the place I lost my heart.
Seven hours ago the clock stopped its rhythmic onward movements and paused awhile to admire the sun hovering over the water banks, the melody of the song birds floating above the forest pines, and the dance of the children on their daily march up the hill.
Not everyone noticed this rest of seconds. Carrying on, instead, as though the universe was not an alarming, and devastatingly lovely place. (A place so worthy of their simple attention.) Their schedulesrefusing to lend way to magnificence.
And there it is: the tragedy of humankind. That one could pass by without breaking to applaud the world in its splendor; not reeling as all creation unfurls itself within our grasp.
I was a far walk from home, yes. But you left first, I do believe. For every step that made our distance, my thoughts stood near to you, and yours danced away with the changing winds.
I could never tell you all the things I did to kill your memory. Or how each progressive thing only etched you deeper in my brain; a more drastic comparison to make. Much of who I was, I lost, trying to rediscover who you made me. Trying to find that comfort you handed out so easily, and too quickly stole away.
I lied through my teeth to hold close to a new "comfort". But it was an empty bed I made; an empty bed we laid in. And you would still be miles away when I would wake, sharing pillows with regret. Though through it all, I would make no thing different. Not your timing, not my naivety, not a moment of the heart-chaos, for the way you held me as you said goodbye. Arms wrapped tight as they used to; enough to ease my soul, enough to break me. I could not take a single change at the risk of just that memory. S.