I said goodbye
And stifled the tears with a reassuring
‘I know they will be back’.
But maybe,
Maybe I don’t know this.
Because I always thought you would come back,
But I haven’t seen you since the world last had color
And the birds still seemed to sing.

Your voice is telling me
a story.
Your eyes, another.
The blinding confusion,
it tells me that,
Perhaps it isn't a story
to be told,
But a chapter to be written.

Isn't it strange
That you
cause
the pain
And
The only cure
For it
Is you.

It is like through clear glasses
And it was right in front of me
Yet I couldn't see
The way it passes

Like a sickening breath
It all hurts
And it comes in bursts
And then comes death

Why couldn't it appear
Loud and clear
In front of me
Like the black tear

And now we are free
From our dark desires
Hanging from white wires
And we didn't flee