We found each other,
Across the clouds and trees.
Now again we walk un-found;
I’ll miss your steps, your smile, your me.
Lies shadow my waking steps,
Yet only truth passes my cold, crumbling lips.
Futile attempts to exist beyond;
A daily failure, trapped by insatiable memories.
She keeps me spun.
No chance for reason, nor understanding.
An enveloping chattering in the dark;
Voices that taunt and tug at my narrow strings.
Sometimes I wish that things could be easy,
I guess though that wouldn’t be fun.
Still the loss of more time makes me queasy,
Instead I just wish they were done.
I often wonder what it’s like to be someone else: sometimes with envy, sometimes with pity, but always with wonder.