I left you without qualm
or hesitation, taking perhaps
the shortest path
through that red door
of doubts and roads
without redemption
I left you
standing in the plain
of shattered moments
walking on the edge of all
the maybes and the whys
but kept you deep in the veins
emptied of any sorrow
and regret, wrapped in
all that makes the
thoughts the single sense
I kept you
as the voice that raises breath
and blood and heart
in the dawn, in the rise and fall
of all our steps
toward each other and away
I kept you without fear
without a scruple, without
regard to rights or wrongs
and in the certainty of each
and every yes inside my head
taking that never ending walk
without qualm or hesitation
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
I left you without qualm
or hesitation, taking perhaps
the shortest path
through that red door
of doubts and roads
without redemption
I left you
standing in the plain
of shattered moments
walking on the edge of all
the maybes and the whys
but kept you deep in the veins
emptied of any sorrow
and regret, wrapped in
all that makes the
thoughts the single sense
I kept you
as the voice that raises breath
and blood and heart
in the dawn, in the rise and fall
of all our steps
toward each other and away
I kept you without fear
without a scruple, without
regard to rights or wrongs
and in the certainty of each
and every yes inside my head
taking that never ending walk
without qualm or hesitation
Cross the door, walk.
-a sign in red once said-
