with every day that passes
i can only bring back
a fraction of the fraction
of your face.
my thoughts of you
are becoming a void -
formless dark matter.
grasping, clutching at
your remaining existence
returns hollow memories.
with each detail
requiring longer moments
to capture,
lengthening like afternoon shadows,
i can only think of you,
but this won't be forever.
Day by day,
Layer by layer,
Walls rise.
I now face
A three-sided room
Standing
On a once
Free area
called you.
To reach you
I scale your walls.
With each step
I slip,
I slide,
Unable to grasp
Any remaining part
Of you.
Every fall
Is a reminder
I can never have
You. Back.
Quietly waiting,
Uncomplaining,
You sit your life away.
The rocking chair's swings
Mock your heavy breathing.
Your thin body
Too weak to stand up.
I could only stare
At your face:
Complacent eyes.
Deep lines.
A tired smile.
A decade of giving up on life.
The rocking chair has stopped moving.
Happy birthday.
apollo has done his task.
gone are the reds and yellows,
darkness has taken over light.
she looks up with a heavy heart:
another day has passed.
arms wrapped around herself,
she makes her way home,
each stride held back by misery
but pushed forward by hope.
a glance once more at the sky,
that which mirrors her shriveled soul.
a solitary star.
maybe he's looking at it
the way she is.
with every day that passes
i can only bring back
a fraction of the fraction
of your face.
my thoughts of you
are becoming a void -
formless dark matter.
grasping, clutching at
your remaining existence
returns hollow memories.
with each detail
requiring longer moments
to capture,
lengthening like afternoon shadows,
i can only think of you,
but this won't be forever.
Day by day,
Layer by layer,
Walls rise.
I now face
A three-sided room
Standing
On a once
Free area
called you.
To reach you
I scale your walls.
With each step
I slip,
I slide,
Unable to grasp
Any remaining part
Of you.
Every fall
Is a reminder
I can never have
You. Back.
Quietly waiting,
Uncomplaining,
You sit your life away.
The rocking chair's swings
Mock your heavy breathing.
Your thin body
Too weak to stand up.
I could only stare
At your face:
Complacent eyes.
Deep lines.
A tired smile.
A decade of giving up on life.
The rocking chair has stopped moving.
Happy birthday.
apollo has done his task.
gone are the reds and yellows,
darkness has taken over light.
she looks up with a heavy heart:
another day has passed.
arms wrapped around herself,
she makes her way home,
each stride held back by misery
but pushed forward by hope.
a glance once more at the sky,
that which mirrors her shriveled soul.
a solitary star.
maybe he's looking at it
the way she is.
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