There is nothing there
and it terrifies me
that emptiness
where a life should be
Moments I should cherish
in time perhaps forget
then be reminded again;
even those have been forfeit.
A place at the table set
where conversations would appear
about a life that keeps growing;
yet those meals are not here.
There is only the void
where you should be;
though you exist
it is now without me.
The city stretches for miles
from this height it looks like a destination
not a place,
not a home
nothing out there is discernable
not in any real sense
you can make out landmarks
but not their feelings
not the nuances of being there.
The wind senses my fear
rises up in jest
pushing me toward the edge
my heart lies there too.
a battle on two fronts
I exchange my hat for a taste of victory
with the blurred streets below
drawn in vaguely violent impressionism.
I reach out over the edge
to warn it of the dangers down there,
but it ignores this
falling,
caught in a mad dance with the wind.
I say nothing,
but my head is cold.
I’ll not sing this song again,
I only remember it lazily,
Something that both has and has not been
Floating further away, listlessly.
There was tension between us,
Hidden hearts in shadows reaching.
Though we were outwardly callous,
Some things go on without speaking;
Until at last they don’t.
Of course the song still exists,
If asked to sing it, I won’t,
Because despite all this, the feelings persist.
Love may atrophy at cruelty’s whim,
But it lasts forever, this phantom limb.
Grow Gray With Me 