walking into dying – alone

thought about being lonely –

today.

thought about all the times

i’ve ran away,

leaving you cold for awhile –

then returning,

wearing the things you love;

my heart on my sleeve,

          and a smile!

realized – today,

that you are truly – gone!

and trying to wash away your

          memory,

i filled my soul with

          insecurity,

bled my eyes – tear-stained –

          dry!

thought about living – today,

and died!

excerpt from a eulogy to trust.

words – collected letters forced to share space between the confines of punctuation. declarations of allegiance predetermined – emotion implied -conviction assumed. and there, behind the presumption of solidarity; silhouette of faceless expectation. so easy, it seems, fulfilling obligations of (presumed)concern. mimicked expressions of empathy. disposable trust. how fervent our prayers – for consideration. how ambitious our desire – for extemporaneous acceptance.

acutely aware, however, we encounter the denigration of integrity. unrequited, our offerings of compassion – spent; we find no longer the desire to engage – even remotely contemplate resuscitation.

how sad – the verdict of indifference. truly death by choice would be more apropos than slowly dying from deceit…

 

absence of belonging

un-found –

not lost –

the difference in the 

absence of belonging…

 

longing for –

that which you cannot have –

smile returned,

touch received,

void filled…

 

alone –

i was –

before i thought you found me,

long before i dreamed you –

cared,

believed…

 

how easy to release –

it seems,

regardless how far the fall –

not even the absence of a net deters the craving…

 

this lonely life – spent in the shadows,

eyes open,

scanning the horizon –

knees bent –

prayers sent –

all in vain!

 

your footsteps echo down the corridor,

long passageway of lonely –

leading you away –

 

from me –

 

all things good un-gravitate –

un-attach –

leave me –

undefined,

un-entwined with life…

 

need –

grasping at threads of hope –

a breeze merely blows away…

hiding behind the…

my feelings –

alien to you as much as – secure is to timid,

shatter like shards of glass against your narcissistic walls…

 

how awesome,

it must be –

being  you;

how – required!

 

pompous as an apostrophe –

owning possession,

and the power to unite –

yet completely – unaffected!

 

and while you dangle effortless,

unencumbered –

I remain tied to the weight of my own culpability.

 

necessary,

you are –

more than any imagined ownership.

 

for without you,

meaning is lost;

and I become irrelevant as a useless preposition –

alone  –  without the companion of my most reluctant ,

yet oh so necessary –

object…