Never Enough

Blue emotions call to me as if they know my predilection for memories encrusted with indigo skeins. I can track the veins and arteries of failing, the leap of suicidal thoughts, entrails upon a railing, fencing in my dreams. I should take you home, insist upon your company, in a second I build Rome then watch it burn as idle imagery, a dream city where I once lived. I was only a sitting tenant in the parlour of your life. It was never enough to keep you occupied or in love with me. Never enough was all I achieved, my hands flickered and died and the sand of faith fell through them with all I once believed. I should still take you home, to a place of limitation, a time I may look at your face and know from your vocal tones or something in your eyes, I have not lost you completely. Forever. This is not enough, no never, and the bones do not suffice.