Our backs hold stories
Not even the spine
On a book can handle

I walk towards you.
Though I never want us to meet,
everywhere I go, I go towards you.
Though we are at odds,
we are meant for each other.
You
are my destination,
my North.
But what
am I
to you?
I wish I knew.

Starlight inspires
a warmth within me,
ancestral and familiar.
It's feels like a question,
that's not.
So,
suppose
you were.
My rib-cage is the haunt for this
wonder,
and my spirit is pulling from my body.
Where do you go, spirit?
If that is your real name-
what becomes?
I believe in those I love,
I can't help it.
There are others
that will believe in me,
I won't stop them.
But do I have the assurance to believe in myself?
Well, maybe you could tell me.
Maybe, by token of believing in you,
you would believe in me, for me.
We could make that deal,
if you came to my table-
the stars are so far away-
but you wouldn't, would you?
I just have to wonder,
like a child with no one to answer their questions
-makes me feel so trivial
in the face of the stars
so out-of-reach,
so mysterious,
so long-gone:
like you.
I want you to be real.
And somehow I whisper to the
unbelievable sky
"Give me a sign."

It might be a life-time
before you know that
the spirits haunting you
ceaselessly scream
"We know each-other!"
By that time you will be
a moth with it's wings
stuck in the wax of a candle.
And when the great light burns down
it won't be long until
what you thought you knew last
were the stars
on this side of death.

You told me today,
That you wanted to die.
I could tell in your voice,
That it wasn’t a lie.

I never noticed till now,
Of how you fidgeted more.
I never noticed till now,
Of the sweaters you now wore.

But I did noticed now,
How your skin seemed pailer,
How your eyes darker.
Have you been eating?
Have you even been sleeping?

But when you told me,
I finally saw.
The darkness that surrounds you.
When did you start to fall?

Why didn’t I noticed,
That your smile missed your eyes.
Why didn’t I noticed,
That your voice told such lies.

If I had noticed sooner,
Would this had ever happened.
If I had noticed sooner,
Would you had never saddened.

I screamed for you,
Wanting it to not be true,
I cried for you,
Though I didn’t have a clue.

I waited for you,
For you to react,
But the mirror stayed still,
My image intact.