i found a recording
a token, a cry in the night,
a plea for me to stay
I was leaving,
you were begging me to hold on
to something that I couldn't see,
that you could feel
a hand, a whisper,
a reach in the night
3 years
-pass
A thousand broken hearts later
and your love was the one that
remained
the purest
the truest
the one that came and left
it-
sank.
a silver ring made from a spoon
and a memory with unopened wings
the empty womb of an
unfulfilled possibility
the stale memory
is the coldest cavern of all.
I should have seen this
I should have been at that front door
not across the country wanting you more.
Is it ever wrong to mourn the loss?
Of something--
that was never even there!
it was simply lost
a piece of the puzzle floating,
elegantly
wave by wave
it is tossed along the shores of
youth
i have purified
i am not waiting,you see.
I am just spelling out question marks on my arm,while I sleep.
I am not waiting,I am wondering
when will it all be...translated for me.
