Minimal
There has to be a reason
For your cool, existant, real caution-
Realer than your eyes
Your smile
Your kindness
That are now dull recollections in my mind
Eyes that had fluttered, shimmered
With grandier light,
Such lively might
Only now you make an appearance
Like a ghost
Nonchalant in my life
There, but elsewhere
Mind distracted
Heart unresponsive
Resolve watered
"You're supposed to free them...
You're supposed to move on...
Let them walk into the light...
Let them go..."
Trust me, I know
I know....
And then- in some mock afterlife-
I see you, oh friend
Another deep tomb added
To the screaming cementary of my
Longing
You are something ever distant
On my grounds
Descending further-
There,
Then resolutely, inpenetrably
Gone again
I thought I could lean on you,
As friends do,
But you too die away,
Alive elsewhere in other spaces,
Barricaded in your own spheres
Of dreams, ordeals and passions
I cannot see you now-
Though at least I try to make you out
I can understand the stranger's caution-
That is what he is-
Neither friend nor foe,
Resilient in his quest unknown to me
I understand I am scarcely anything to him,
And I declare this with the disheveled peace
Of every death found here
But you, oh friend,
Tell me, how can I truly believe
That you love me so,
When your light glows so dimly?
When with me your words
Your efforts,
Your plans,
Your cares...
Are all so minimal?
Like a beautiful clumped mineral,
Once seeable, solid substance
Dissolved...
"You're supposed to free them...
You're supposed to move on...
Let them walk into the light...
Let them go..."
God, I know
I know...
And I will
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