The depths should
Cry out your name and
The winds ought to whisper
A solemn elegy for you

But Earth kept spinning
And the crowds kept laughing
Oblivious to the fact that
You're suddenly gone

How dare they
Finding happiness
In a world without you?

as a girl i was ignorant
of what men's eyes say of their intent -
the things said in silence
when two strangers hold a stare

but, as i've aged I've realized
the things that men say with their eyes  

some men will never betray their heart,
some men only play the part,
and some men don't even know
why some women pull their heart strings so

with the first, they'll only show
what's truly in his heart and soul;
they'll never lead you with a lie -
these are the eyes i'm taken by

with the next, they'll never show
what breaks his heart or mends his soul;
they'll pamper you with gifts and laughter -
those were the eyes i once chased after

with the latter, they won't take chances -
his desires are whispered through stolen glances;
if pressed, he couldn't tell you what the plan is -
the eyes that showed me what romance is

I used to think blue eyes were pretty,
his were not.
his were not cornflower, sapphire, baby, indigo, azure,
or cloudy sky blue.
His were midnight where the light pollution from the city blocks the stars.
Iceberg, squall, hypothermia, eventual death

terror turns my legs to stone

I can't move, and I'm afraid to think
because if I think, I'll see
and if I see, I'll know
and the terror will grow
- what does this mean?

my legs sink through the floor
while tears melt into a face
which has bled all its color
and the face belongs to me

as the terror grows
my eyes do, too
to get a better view of my life
which is flashing before them

every memory

in a matter of seconds

and I'm left smiling

despite the slowly growing realization

of what lies in front of me

- what does this mean?

and my smile disappears as quickly as it came,
because I realize why my forgotten moments are
whipping through my mind
at a breakneck speed
and that is because my subconscious has registered
before I can think it:
I am face to face with death

the terror turns two-fold:
I'm afraid of what I'm looking at
and fearful of what caused it
am I in danger, too?

for a moment I mouth soundless words
looking for what to say
- what does this mean?

and once again my subconscious overrules me

I feel it in my toes
it bubbles up
through my stomach,
and I am startled by the horrific, primal sound
that escapes my throat

my heart and mind are at odds with each other
to protect myself in the present,
while trying to salvage what remains of my future
trying to piece together what this means

have you ever experienced
a soul-level rupture?