bottom of down

to be the somebody you want me to be,
i’d have to let go of the nobody i am…
 
to find my way up from the bottom of down,
requires more rope –
a stronger knot…
 
you –
my friend –
are not aware –
your disassociation creates grey –
space unfilled –
water much too deep to wade –
too wide to swim –
and your strong hands,
will not build a bridge…
 
all alone is too much sad –
the absence of touch,
a feeling i wish i never had…

abandoned

i lose my way –
inside the space –
between my hello,
and your goodbye…
 
time stands still.
reality – redefined.
 
i lose my way –
in the maze of your smile.
wonder,
as i wander,
how can such beauty coexist,
with so much pain –
contained,
within the enigma – of you…
 
and as i make my way
across the broken surface of your (un)intention,
i recognize the jagged edge of your sorrow.
stumble on the uneven terrain,
of your silent – disregard…
 
questions,
i have.
opportunity for you to abrogate – suppose.
yet truth,
you do not choose.
and inasmuch as dark
does not consume the light,
your conviction does not make the wrong of your abandon,
even
remotely
 
right…