My heart won’t bow
Won't lower
No, it won’t fret over your fickle heart
Standing ground for the sake of what rhythms still remain
What pulse moves through
The time line in my mind screams of such immense wonder that
my heart has trouble keeping it all retained
Reaching out
I’m reaching out but my voice just won’t resonate through you,
No sound
No tone left to speak with
The conversations have trailed off our dusted path
Left behind somewhere along the way-
stuck in the cracks of the world we traced with our hands
and the breathes which oscillated between us
The wonder that continues to roam-
will slowly burn out with the midnight breeze
As the days turn over each other
I’ll ride this time line and hope for what resolution comes my way,
Drifting through with the hope to obtain that familiar form
The familiar embrace