I still hear you

I’m not reaching out anymore… I’ve lost my footing and without falling, I’m dying…

As I fall, I thunder past the perfect skies that we made together, with sun and rain in the harmonious fire that lit our eyes and fuelled our hearts.

The desire slips from my fingertips; was that all it was? Finger painting my life on a canvas in transcendence – I never touched a thing, yet I’m closer to that than anything.

The ruts in the rock that we both overcame, still there and still as small; the jumps we made as we reached for the pinnacle – we were already there…but we fell.

And as you fall, I wonder if you look up once more, like I do every time I wake. Every time I blink, every time I cry… Do these tears mean anything, or are they another loss?

Explain to me, O mighty one, what on earth you had planned for the long haul; for the end of our climb? Were we meant to fall, or is there hope yet? Hope of everything we ever hoped…and loss of all we ever lost?

I reach once more, for anything I can hold, and close my eyes as I try. As I try for everything at once, I remember all I’ve got, and all we’ll always have. It’s still there, and perhaps that is it alone…

But I’m not dying…just hanging on tight. And my lungs suffer; my stomach tight and heart tighter…but I’ll hang now, and I’ll stay here for a while yet…because it’s the only place I’ve ever known…

…our place…

…and with my eyes burnt shut…

…you are all I see, and that is all I’ll ever need.

I still hear you...

© 26/07/2006 – CyanDreamz™