Does anything make you feel guilty?
Such as memories that drift in and out of your mind
or perhaps, the sinful taste of chocolate.
What about when you reach up to touch,
the marble steps where your pride once walked.  

She thought you knew her heart was breaking
still she would be waiting for you
with purple ink seeping from her pores.  
Did you know then
how such a narrow field of silence
would have her tripping
over her own bittersweet lines?

She watched you read those pages repeatedly
smiling like you received a medal of honor;
then lean forward with nothing to say at all.  
Did you ever consider
the rose-colored glasses she wore.  

She knows that you have never pretended
to be anything other than what you are
still she  finds you taste like the purest water.  
If you listen carefully,
you can hear her calling  out
for another drink of you.

In the meantime, you leaned forward
to stroke her hair
without ever turning on the light.  
While the world wished,
it could too.

I watched you make one of the coldest moves in front of our reflection. You plunged through billowing smoke into areas that lacked any expression at all. I saw you shift away into various shades of pictures then run shrieking using all that you had seen as an excuse.  While all the while, I was arranging to tour the fields of you.

I saw headlines printed in places so that they became more than just this morning’s declarations. I really liked how you always understood all the tiny little windows you said they held because this is how you knew everything that was happening.  Yes, you knew it all.

There were hundreds of experiences I could hear asking me why you were making the coldest moves.  Yet, you acted as if you never heard them. Still, I saw the look in your eyes the minute they approached. Somehow, I could tell you knew that what you saw smiled and looked forward to not hearing what we both needed to say.

All I could do was shake my head and begin to face more puzzling hours filled with only you and your insistence that I adjust the temperature of the air you had frozen.  I wondered how anyone could stand and look at you and not be startled by who you are.

Blurs of agitation too strange for even me to identify looked over my shoulder with excitement.  They were not there to inhale my perfume only to seek out my scars. The scars that visit my heart from time to time to remind me they can still hold my arms back from reaching out to you.

Even though you laid right next to me we could no longer find each other in the billowing smoke that issued from our breath.  Ice had begun to form between our hearts within the coldest moves.  There we lay in the darkness both of us looking for the best place to hide.

Take my word for it, as this was not an illusion.  I swear I saw cold clouds hanging over the bed laughing at you and me. Because we didn’t have the faintest idea that the darkness wasn’t real or how close we lay to what could make us warm again.

If I knew this now or in a week’s time, pray tell me what do you know about
To be unkind is not my favorite song, rather breathe in summer air
Did you know that lies were hiding like giants on the earth
Yet happiness still lies all around you melting like wax
Into all that is broken

As you fall asleep is your heart racing, do you now cry over uprooted weeds
In years to come will reflecting, nourish your earth when you are sad
Make you soar through the heavens then circle back
To get acquainted with wondering why
One more time again

Last night you leaned upon one of those giants hiding on the earth
While searching your soul for any kind of clue you could hold
Still in the early morning, you had to start again
Because there were bubbles in the water
You thought was clear

Is it just the voice you hear in secret that you let charge in to win
So your eyes will smile when you lean low into your return
Does your world spin round in a gentler flow
Because you knew this now
Or in a week’s time