Once,
I heard you sing...
your whisper (when it made the sky quiver)
was like a lonely dancer...
your leaves
(when they part with you in autumn...
I thought I knew
my place in the world...
You know, you really do give me strength
in your fractured fragility...
you'd paint your sadness
in pastel colours...
Weak.
I know I am...
I want to remember the snow I saw with you
to cover the ashes beneath...
I could smell, through welling tears
the reek of sweat and clotted flesh...
when i was small
i'd stand on walls...
But whenever I try to speak, my words and your tears would always evaporate into the silent memories of water. |
Sometimes, I wished I knew how to really tell you things: like how our friendship isn’t imaginary, that I’m really there … and that you’re never completely alone. |
To be by your side for so much (and yet so little) of eternity - it really was as beautiful as it seemed. |