who would have known,

pruning the broken old apple tree,

would enlighten to this degree?



to realize there is no bridge between the worlds of is,

and imagining,

more brutal slaying than loss of life slowly realized.



suffocation –

notes not written.


farewell –

so poignantly –

supposed!

predisposed –

intentionally – irrelevant.

fall-out fabricated –

demure – suffocating what’s left of the fabric of us…



where would our was reside if the fond of our now

consumed ravenously by the insatiable arrogance of not allowed?



to gamble the very breath of survive

for a few – possibilities –

slivers of dream (might)?

most heinous written part in this play of doesn’t matter!

what surge of awesome,

magnificent,

sublime,

more valued possession than time?



expected – 

silence.

no option of mitigation

no simulacrum of suppose.



defiant – the color of your behavior.

disengaged –

muted memories.

not enough – saved - to compensate

for the – lost - from  your abandon.

what purpose –

arbitration?

unless guarantee of discern cast in stone.

why waste time writing vows of allegiance

if captioned in language of disallowed?

arrogant to speculate the texture of can.

more appropriate –

garments chosen in colors of doubt.

irrelevant – more fitting attire

for one untethered to dignity of refrain…

and there –without warning

blown effortlessly away

strong wind of indifference –

paper dreams crumbled

set sail to shores of forget.

what then –

when shadows lose their cloak of obscure –

stand unencumbered in the light of is?

will the night have stolen our memories?

ravenous weasel of war?

oh so sad –

realize.

much more appealing –

to drown in the tempestuous water of suppose.

to realize the depth of loss –

the darkness thick as death –

to face the end of day,

alone.

can there be anything heard more painful than silence?

emotions felt more debilitating than reality of disposed?

how sweet the release –

the peace –

to pass through rooms of sleep,

no doorway threat of waking…

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abandoned –
banished to the shadows.
darkness even more profound than the thick of was…

i wonder –

if perhaps the real of is – if allowed,
could recreate the wonder of
that moment in time-
(as close as sky touching sea),
when we understood – real –

the touch,
the feel…

memory becomes the nemesis of life.
anchored in the shallow waters of forget.

a shiver,
remembering only the rush,

of nothing…

no candles lit.
no celebration.
no revelation of dreams come true.

life begins and ends –
regardless pageantry,
in spite of pomp and circumstance.

while accoutrements of consideration add a deviation to the rhythm,
they alter not the designation of its passage.
true,
we can argue the benefit of correspondence.
for purpose of justification,
we can extol the value of accommodation.
while some may find the journey cumbersome in their pursuit of a conceptualized destination,
others engage in active pursuit of extracting every ounce of occupation from each moment traveled in time.

alas,
twilight.
fading flickers of light absorbed into the was.
and as i stand facing the horizon of a brand new is,
i realize the absence of anticipation.
irrelevant –
the should-have –
the could-have –
the did-not.
all empty shells strewn upon an abandoned beach.

if allowed passage to the garden of tomorrow,
i will pursue with diligence the expectation of blessing –
reverence in the presence of allowed…

today i placed you
in my box of death -
closed the lid -
allowed your darkness,
absence - from my light...

bundled up,
with ribbons of regret,
i laid your sorrow by the door –
safe outside the fortress of my heart.

silent –
contained inside my chamber of refrain –
i watched the raindrops attach themselves to windows – closed,
clinging with cold deliberation to the glass…

today i placed your memory
where the shadows grow –
waited without sound –
allowed the silence audience in the arena of despair.

today –
i lingered for a moment more
upon the shore of your demise.
said my farewells –
loosened chains of regret,
and in that instant of your escape,
this captive heart,
realized,
for the first time,
how it felt to be finally set free…

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