You carefully placed the shackles over my heart
And held your posture in a careless poise
As if the galaxies around your head
And the golden clouds spinning from your lips
Were as natural and as merely there
As the pollen falling off trees in the summer
Before you died during the winter
Just like the trees
That you used to play in the roots of as a child,
The moss around you transferring its spirit into you
Unknowingly
Growing into a fragile disenchantment
A fragile discord
A fragment of an untrue memory
Worth dying for
So you chased the golden threads
That ran though your experience of life
Like some starving prospector
Searching always for the dream that would make you
Whole
But deep down you knew that your dreams
Were woven into an ethereal tapestry
Crumbling
Paint chipping off a cracked concrete wall
Withering to a powdered dust
Oh you knew
You knew
That I wished I could have understood
What our bodies together would have felt like
Maybe like the bark of my childhood trees
Divulging secrets into my ears
That no one would ever understand
But me