Musings

 

 I sit weaving crowns of unplucked leaves
As the day begins to weep itself into the evening
I sit and watch you looking away, outside-
the walls I built around us, to keep us safe
I sit and watch you question the solitude
I’ve grown this all with love, you know
For me to see you grow  

(It is curious how the walls dress themselves in ivy

Without reason to shy away from prying eyes

I had reason enough, the walls were reason enough

I was in disbelief of so much more, love

I sit and watch you retreat further into yourself) 

A faint pinkish-grey cacophony of colors above
It will begin to darken soon, I wonder
If the shadows will swallow us whole
I sit and watch the protectors turn on us
The grey turns darker, and darker, and darker… 

(In this prison, I only see you

Your phantoms show through your eyes

The way you clasp yourself to keep from falling apart

The way you scan the skies for answers you’ll never find

I sit and watch you lose what semblance of sanity 

there was left; like a feral beast in a cell of dread

Powerless, unconscious of reality) 

Lonesome I was, and I know I will be
I no longer see your silhouette in the black of
ink etched over my vision, I see the world
in its honest truth: I will lose all if I lose sight
I sit, watching emptiness engulf my fortress.
For hours, I scream and thrash and pine
I taste blood in every word, a souvenir of every sound. 

(I feel your breathing break in gasps, as you lunge

For me. I am nowhere, and everywhere. My voice is caught

in the looming silence, where does one find a voiceless phantom

I sit and watch you waste away in search of me, I could not care less.)