Doubts whisper cruelties
as if my time is borrowed
and soon overdue
Late.
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Doubts whisper cruelties
as if my time is borrowed
and soon overdue
Late.
I’ll meet you there someday
At the crossroads under a full moon
We’ll take a moment to pause
Barely breathing in our excitement
Remembering days long gone
That once seemed so banal
But somehow feel precious now in the dark
…
Stepping beyond the familiar woods
From where I stand on the rocky cliffside
I can see him, there, out in the dark water…
For you who holds my hands in one of your own
While holding a gentle mirror before me with the other
…
Moving quietly
Finding each other’s fragments
Meeting at crossroads
I’ve been curling slowly into withdrawal of late
Slowly, discreetly; time marching on
With no complaints, with no fanfare
Just reduction
…
It steals laughs
It seals cries
It steals connections
Possibilities, futures
Faces from hands
Hands from backs
…
There’s rarely fights
(We’re too solid for that, after all)
There’s just insidious malcontent
Morphing into anger first
And then, sometimes, madness
Turned inwards, burning from the inside out
…
Re-reading calmly:
poems written months ago
feel like yesterday
Old words remembered:
today they make me wonder
if I’ll ever change
In the corridors of your presence
I find four heavy doors
Behind the first
If I want to make thoughts real
Can form the words
And can synchronize the throat
I do
Behind the second…