What heart has ever not been broken, what soul has never sought and lost itself in pain?
And yet, to hold your broken heart and try to heal it I’d **** my soul and wander quite insane
I know my steps could circle without purpose one hundred years on earth and sky in vain but I am the product of a chip upon my shoulder; it boldly tells me that I am the one your heart and soul could save
Edited, after a generous gesture of my Dear friend ;)
After you left I moved to a bigger house as if I needed more space for my thoughts of you as if I had the strength to remember you
I measured the size of each room and touched every corner of that tremendous place trying to guess how many moments how many of our early mornings in embrace it would take to repel the shadows of emptiness to turn the color and shade of my contempt
I opened each window and closed my eyes, shutting out the wailing of a so tired heart holding the silence in all its weight
That day, I listened for the sound of your steps -in case you remembered to return what was once everything to me.
North Carolina poet, Jim Wayne Miller, on his goal in writing poetry. "Growing up in North Carolina, I was often amused, along with other natives, at tourists who fished the trout streams. The pools, so perfectly clear, had a deceptive depth. Fishermen unacquainted with them were forever stepping into what they thought was knee-deep water and going in up to their waists or even their armpits, sometimes being floated right off their feet. I try to make poems like those pools, so simple and clear their depth is deceiving. I want the writing to be so transparent that the reader forgets he is reading and is aware only that he is having an experience. He is suddenly plunged deeper than he expected and comes up shivering."
It is so easy to fall apart within your hands and there I leave my soul unfolded uncontrolled to its side, I place the weight of dreams imposed upon the heart hoping you can shape them make sense of them
I leave half of all the restlessness that makes me brave enough to hold you close and then let go
On a day when I think that I can quiet the rain to hear your heart and walk away if that is what the day brings