Your stone is tied heavy
To pull me down to Earth.
But loosed to rise and
Let me gasp at Heaven.

Plato was never so right
Than when he spoke of love
Like this.

Your touch; in only an arm on the shoulder
Your words; the whispers of someone much older
Your goodbye; words of care ‘til tomorrow
Your time; seconds of mysteries I'll borrow

I’m thankful, as I wouldn’t have chosen me
For platonic love such as this.

Tipping out the innards of your drawers,
Any sign of liquid that would pour as glue.
And piece together your dismembered dream,
In which fantasy and reality pas de deux.

The purple that was to drape his shoulders
Flowed out from his hands, his feet
Swallowed up for all time.

Like breathing in someone else’s air
A lifeline that was not mine to take
But was yours to share, you add, smiling

You promised
You swore, that this would stay the same.
I should rather have trusted the waves.

I look across to you and think,
Of all I should like to say.

How much aching has come from knowing
You’re part of her ‘nothing to live for.’
In your hands is her son she did tell,
All the secrets best kept behind lips.
In your arms is the boy who hid keys,
To save Gums from the pain of her wreckage.
In your eyes is the look that feigns hope,
Just to keep him from living in real.
In the room there’s the man in the suit,
Breathes in deep and darts out the door.
To chase her on trains and carriages,
To love her, to watch run away.
And yell back the ways that you wronged,
Her sweet-kissing rises and falls.
In your city is proof that it’s bread,
Not blood that does impact a soul.
In your mind you know that her too,
Is hurting ‘til stars meet their end.

I look over to you and say nothing,
For it’s what you already do know.