Jan 23, 2014
As We Fade
As my voice fades like night fall,
do not boast to the sun gods.
For I have only seen the white clouds
with scales across my eyes.
On an average day, like the normal me
am I a part of your memory?
An error you cannot escape,
O' remorse is a cold night ache,
a toe tag on a crescent sky.
But, I promised us there would be no lies
and hunger for woe.
Yet, this dry accord is what I know
as it twists and tugs at our harp strings.
We cannot be saved by our brutal screams
when our spots are known; our fantasy has
gone inside vanishing autumn.
Well then, shall we bind our pieces and
discard them like glass upon vacant ground.
I am very much okay…
Do not attempt to comfort me!
It is only the amnesia settling into space.
The hollow drip in my ear telling me
I loved. I loved.