Thursday, June 11, 2015

radio silence

Relentlessly I am searching-
I must have missed the exit sign,
the last call.
Where were you?
I tried to yell, but-
They made us stand in lines.

And somehow,
I still gravitate toward you
You towards me- it’s not hard
We have existed in a rotation for too long
This curved path projected and doomed us-
elliptical

You are my peripheral, darling
In a force called gravity.
The only sight I have known.
Our trajectory named “allies”
You can turn around,
but you
Will move with me- still.
or maybe it’s against me.
Maybe it was always against me.

Either way
(And, neither way)
You’re lost
And you won’t pick up

I change the dial,
Kill the static.
Tune in and out and in,
Filtering out the sentiment and hindsight,

I am trying to find you,
and trying to let you find me.

But I cannot stay on this line
demanding a deafening reticence
Where the only muttering of you
is a broken promise
you call

radio silence




Saturday, June 6, 2015

Oh, if he could love me back.

My desire to be near to you is always clearest when we're about to leave. 
I forget how you have carried me through time in your cloud.
And as we descend there comes 
the realization that I won't see you again
for who knows how long.
(Because really, I don't have a reason to.)

The mastered melody of how you speak to me will dissipate.   
And I won't be seen in the way you see me- clearly, poignantly. 
I will forget that you are magic and how you remind me that I am too.
That you are the kind of man who fills me up with value in a single glance. 

So I will conveniently forget the feeling
I will lose the glow
I will forget until tomorrow 
And the tomorrow after that

And the next time I see you
Whenever that may be
You will look the same 
All the same 
But 
A metal band 
On your left hand
Will remind me
Just how far away you are.