Sunday, 20 August 2017

You, again

Dearest you, who is nether mine nor desires to be
I sought you in yesterdays and tomorrows
In words and clouds, unmade beds, thoughtless kisses
I circled your space hoping to enter 
Through a tiny peephole into your heart;

There were bumps there that knew me well
Black holes that ate us alive into times' dark jaws
Hologram paths that ended before they started 
Rope swings to churning spiral galaxies 
But you closed your eyes and I went blind

Today is wearing her funeral garb and 
Yesterdays like widows wearing glass bangles 
Chase unicorns close enough to smell star dust their breaths. 
And there is no time for tomorrow now 
Only dreams fall off those cliffs that separate us

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