In despair we lie respectively
in darkness surrounding
the space between us could be
one room
a continent
it feels as if, it were to yawn
the entirety would dissolve
and nothing beneath us, or above us
would exist but the sensation of falling
without end
in a starless void
it is the bind of you and I
who give color and sight to this blind time
where foes are found in family and
lovers amongst strangers, when
boats remain docked a day too long
on blighted shore
you take your injury and you wash it clean of memory
like a flag that has seen the gore of war
holding it over our heads we run
between rain storms for dry land
only to slip in quick sand
mindful
nothing you escape from, is truly gone
till it is faced head on
I turn and remember
days past where things were simpler
hate a long way off
love offered easy
children are often tricked into thinking
the pretend life, is the real thing
they grow naive and wanting
like early vines without vintage
shocked when those nurturing trees
turn hollow with disgust
disappointed in themselves, the
calcification of time as it
clogs up dreams with infernal regularity
it is said, youth is wasted on the young
I did not find that so
when falling back to earth
I found your heart beneath a river
beating for me
as I soon followed
keening for you
two parts of one stone
turned to blood
coloring water with intention
if I walked a 100 miles
the mirage forming, on tired road
would have your voice, your silhouette
the certainty of that
gives me weight enough to tread
one foot in front of the other
until somehow you find me
again