these moments, brief as they are
mean everything to me
more than
you will ever know
even if I tell you
it's so much more
than I could describe
with mere words
I'd have to paint with emotions
on a canvas of simple words
with a deeper meaning
and the threads that bind us
thin, strong, connecting
the very fiber of my soul
to the heartbeat of your center
with will and devotion and hunger
that is never sated
around you
Some people
tend to think
this is a tragedy
instead
of
natural
selection
I say it's both
But what do I know?
I am not sure you even notice
the little things
so much time has passed
and the mileage increases
the wear on us, together
apart, alone, one
tears at our seams
and makes the belief
stronger than it seems
fragile threads
holding together
and cradling something more fragile
it seems
do you ever notice
anything more
or less
or
ever?
I've reached out
and received
no feedback
so important
to know where I stand
in the middle
of a battlefield
or life
I searched for clues
a test for echo
and still
I'm alone
surrounded by billions
yet
alone
so alone
in this desperate
search
for something concrete
meaningful
real
I'm still
some things can't be fixed
with the passing of time
some things can't be fixed
like a shattered mind
some things can't be spared
from the rages of time
some things can't be spared
like believing you're mine
some things can't be whole
despite all the worlds glue
some things can't be whole
it's got nothing to do with you
some things can't be fixed
some things can't be spared
some things can't be whole
it's broken, I'm broken
Inhale
Exhale
simple, automatic
until, it's not
the strain of disease
the wear of years
slow the pace
hearts that once raced
beat erratic
or slower still
pressure lower
eyes closed
peaceful
or spasmodic
the weight of existence
along with systematic failure
crushing the system
the very source
of your
last
breath
Inhale.
Exhale.
then deafening silence
silence I cannot bear
to hear
