That time that it
rained,
There was suddenly a
soothing of the pain
From your breathless,
ever struggling chest,

Washed, cleared away
by this brief, miraculous event,
By the mere thought of
the heavens crying in your stead.

Illogical, crystal clear--
this contradictory of fear--
I am caught for one precious moment by
the horrible visionary
of my grotesque fate

Then fear comes
with exaggeratedly elongated fangs
with gasping breathes and hungry growls in the background
Whose feverish savagery is snapping at my heels

We,*

broken objects,

Don't like to stick to unbroken ones.

Because, we don't like to feel broken.

And the closer we get to you, to your part of the world that's no longer ours,

The more broken we feel, and the more broken we become.

But if you drag me back into that world yourself, and never let go of my hand, and demand I stay by your side,

I'd probably remain broken for the rest of my life.

In the breeze, you are there,

Atop a tree as I sit, I feel you caress my hair,

In the sunset, you show yourself;

You're the crow flapping its wings,

And every flap takes you high—

Farther and farther away from me.

I search inside,
And cannot find—
A single word to describe,
What I have in mind

I can only feel—
I can only keep
This secret sealed;
Yet I want the words still

I'm kept inspired;
I admired,
Even those awkward moments I desired

I want our time
However short—

I want to know—
Can't let it go,

But I can't say;
If you'll remain
just the same

If you know the truth—
The words I found—
That this is love—
Will you stay?

You're the wave
That shattered me,
I'm the rock
That stood up to you;
It's been centuries—
I've been steadfast,
You've been patient;
What more proof is needed—
We're perfectly matched