to watch you leave...
is to know such pain, its jagged edges ripping into my facade
as a stake from the garden tears in to warm, dark earth

to watch you leave...
knowing all the while that never again will I fit myself, warm with sleep
against your back, nor feel you breathing and the beating of your heart

to watch you leave...
aware in every moment of every day that my dreams, my future
once tied with silken ribbons to yours, will never come to be
and the mornings once so silent and hopeful, us gazing at the sky
and so gently awaiting forever are now but a small piece of my past

to watch you leave...
is to know that I've lost my place of existence, my station, my hearts home
that I will wander, forever a nomad, alone and afraid

to watch you leave...
your heart a tight fist of anger and your dry eyes betray nothing of you
I cry for the both of us, my love, because you will not

my troubled dreams watch you leave, over and over again


© 2005 joshua deathdealer