be on your way.

to mourn a loss
is like to not say it out at all
it is in the distance
it is in the lonesome

to mourn a loss
is like a presence that could be felt
it is a figure of nothing
but,
a nothingness it is not

to mourn a loss
is like giving up part of yourselves
it is so that one can move on
it is so the body knows it will not be defunct

to mourn a loss
is like to know you have loved
and,
it is because of having loved
that there is a loss

most of all

A loss,
is like to have gained as well.

stillborn

I was, before I am
In the still life I sought, but now I seek
The breath I couldn’t take,
That I will now receive
stillborn, it was mine and it still is

Before the dawn, I sat
In the ambers, I could not go

The burn of touch
And the sin of men
I couldn’t let go, I couldn’t believe

But now, I guess,
stillborn, in your love I’ll live.

whispering nightmares of the deep unseen//unfortunate to know yet tragic to not

a drag i am
a fool i try to be not
a little blunt, i guess.
but digress i shall not…

in words i am small
in pictures i speak little
–
in time, i might even wither
thenceforth an only hope – step over me not?

tinkering teethers, babbling oodles,
a riddle i might seem, but a riddle i am not

Knowingly we walk, Eager like the Desert Storm

Warm embrace.

We thought we had each other
Then we began to slip again

Another deep kiss,
Into the abyss we slipped.

But as fast as time goes
We are here again,
at yet another miss

No matter the times we flip,
In the same spot we seem to live

Stagnant love as what they would call it;
A laborless love as we would like to think

A picture of you, an image of we

There is only so long you can miss a person
The remainder of what time we have is spent in mourning

Remembering Romance

I can’t remember faces
I can’t remember names
I can’t remember anything
not even the last goodbye

So tonight I think I’ll finally let myself fly
Dearly hoping,
into your arms I’ll find myself lie

Is this Goodbye?

I miss you<
But my actions don't reflect it
I'm afraid to pick up the phone.
I stop myself from looking at the screen,                                barely.

I'm dying to talk to you
But my stubborn pride doesn't let me
Every beep, Every vibrate
My heart races,
My hands move, but only in my head.

This long                                     wait…
Then, the spark vanishes.
You’re gone forever.
And I will regret it. I know it.

The music lends some courage
But pride steals it away.
Why do I let it?

The signs gift me with assurance
But pride tears it away.
Why do I allow it?

There are steps I daren’t take
Tread carefully now, the wind whispers
Strike now, the thunder YELLS.
I’m in a conflict, I wonder if you might be too?

I’ll wait. Even though it might be long gone now.
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