The Weight Of You
Was Too Much
For My
Shoulders

Fragments of moments
That can never fuse into
Wholesome experience
Are what remains
When you depart
With the light on your back
Leaving
Shards of luminescence
Splattered
In your wake

I remain
Bound
In the wastelands
Of attachment
Perpetually
Chasing your ghost
Until I become one.

I will fall when this earth
falls
around me like ashen mist.
I'm no pacifist, but these words,
they make me want to build bridges
not burn them.
When the clock strikes the final hour
and the chime sounds
down the bell tower,
I will know the right thing to do
and it will not be to run or cower.

A boy
His green eyes harsh and focused
Hair a light brown and cut short
It is messy and flat
From a hat that's held in his hand
A girl
Hair cascading to her shoulders
In a river of golden blonde
Eyes an ice cold blue
But have a soft look
They stand in a crowded room of people
Yet they only see each other
They are far
They are separate
They are strangers
But a connection is created
Their eyes meet for barely a second
And time stops
The rest of the world put on hold
For a simple glance
And there it lies
A black and blue bruise
Covering one of his blissful green eyes
It is swollen too
The boy takes the hat from his hands
Places it on his head
And pulls it down to hide the bulge of an eye
Nonetheless the girl saw it
No matter how long the look was for
She remembers
She's intrigued by it
She curious as to how he got it
What his story is
Why he is hidding it
Why he let her see
Even if it was only for a second
But while all this runs in her mindo
The boy has broken the intense gaze
He has moved on
Continued on his corse
Leaving the girl only to
Imagine