When Whispers Fade

A final word...
a last goodbye...
slips through lips
full of expectation
that tomorrow
is on the horizon.
You never anticipate
that night hangs
on the edge
of something you'll remember
you forgot to say...
when whispers fade.
Lights are low now...
the background
hums with silence
as your voice seeps in
like molasses...
I can't stop fiddling
with memories
and this ticking clock
leads me
from one stolen moment
to another.
I'd like to say
I'm mad at you
for leaving
or that I am hurt
because you didn't say goodbye.
The truth is...
I'd crumble at your feet,
if you were to appear before me..."
even what I didn't love
about you would become things
I couldn't live without.
As it stands...
I'm just whittling away
the empty time.

All these greens are bleeding together,
lending me false promise of forever...
full of yesterday and long ago memories
I wish to forget simply toss in the sea,
but I'm emerged beneath the deep
and pain chooses anything but sleep.
This hurt I'd prefer would not return,
If tables didn't round and bridges burn.
Ashes and smoke come back around
Through folds in time, silent sound.
If someday would finally just go away...
If life I could live only for this day,
but I'm that fool, that fool who loves...
I'll inflict wounds you've never thought of,
and when you see me pity you'll find
for the poor cold heart you left behind.