| I took my hand away
just a hand, for just a moment
And I could feel the echoing resonance
of a life without you
of a life without life,
and laughter, really
In the small glimpse
of that,
I saw a larger, spiraling notion
of being without the things
we need so much
With just a motion, I saw
the world unravel
so I put it back,
around your sleeping frame |
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| These razors
causing straight lines
in a wavering life,
leave no room for a smile
any laughter,
a life.
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| Forget what you look like
and the bad decisions you have made
Beside me, just lay
Close your ears to the sounds
of anything but the flow of both our lives
Winding together, breaking down gates
Breathe, but only the breaths
that count
towards the unsettled and cracked path
lingering strong, blacking out
I have many dreams
where you cameo so subtly
but essence so strong
Enjoy what we have
for some feelings
never really last that long |
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| Through all this,
a crow flies
An inverse shadow of my muted mind
Quietly singing
only to me
Songs of age
and decay
Of new lives
and ones wasting away
Through all this,
a crow flies |
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| Lingering to wake
I am lost
In this ashen thicket
of skinny, cramped trees
layered in frost
In this moment,
I have given up
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