an everlasting love
sometimes hidden
but always there.

the
servitude of
the
black children slaves
with
bruised and battered souls
cast
their
thumbprint signature
upon
the
red brick and mortar
that
let these walls speak in tongues
thus
we build
to
shelter our masters

we
witness
the
motion of stars
choreographed
by
the hands of God
which
mimics
the synchronous mating dance of the fire fire

It is hard to believe you’re sad
when you are sad all the time
I think your clock is broken
Let’s fix it
Keep talking to me
I need you

I have never felt so hollow.
This feeling is so deafening in the silence of my room

I never thought one person could have such a hold on my heart
But here it lays in a thousand pieces
as it once was before

It’s a little different this time, though
We both let go at the same moment
After we came to the realization that Destiny and Life do not always see eye to eye
Despite not wanting to release the grasp of this feeling we called love

We entertained ideas of what could be
To lessen the blow of what we are now
And what we can never become
I’m not one for fairy tales
But I would read a thousand stories if it meant the ending always was me with you.

I pray that one day I look up and see you standing before me
and that I’ll never have to let you go
Despite knowing that our paths will never cross again