Regardless of the pain
And the manner that I could let it show,
Or those crowded buses,
That could have passed to cause delay,
A heart still leans away.
It has to be taken far
From it's last scene,
Forever.
Your heart should lean away.
I take it madly here within me.
I would hold your escaping hand,
Though its phantom would mock me,
**** me with its slow release.
Our first promises wander now,
And are to be found in new lovers like
Pups, like cygnets, like old nets
Drowning in their love.
In this suffering, love, of then
And our future, faith and memory,
Your silence will come, storming
Into me. I will be riddled
Past your shadowy goodbye.
And I will move,
A tired flame leaning into the shores,
Glowing like embers all over the land.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Edited.