i quietly wonder
if i had done anything
wrong to reclaim
another faultful star
as i stare outside the window
cascading past endless stretches
of worn paved-roads
and vast fertile landscapes
and everything looks transiently gargantuan
but i momentarily glance
at the empty bus seat next to me
and i feel rather small again
flimsy music in my ears
speaking of infinite sentiments
and i’m disenchanted again
these mellisonant voices are enough
they have to be enough
to keep my wandering mind
company against the ephemeral madness
i flick my red lighter open
and hold it close—but not too close
to my dying pen; wondering, for
a moment, if the same trick could revive
my spirits like the stuttering ink,
tempted to burn my flesh back to life
but i merely stare into the flame—
flickering unsteady still—and blow it out
so it doesn’t have to be lonely
as my heart is right now
as i travel from small city
to smaller town, i wonder where
all my friends are right now
how they are all doing
what they are doing
and if they’re all having fun
without me.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
i quietly wonder
if i had done anything
wrong to reclaim
another faultful star
as i stare outside the window
cascading past endless stretches
of worn paved-roads
and vast fertile landscapes
and everything looks transiently gargantuan
but i momentarily glance
at the empty bus seat next to me
and i feel rather small again
flimsy music in my ears
speaking of infinite sentiments
and i’m disenchanted again
these mellisonant voices are enough
they have to be enough
to keep my wandering mind
company against the ephemeral madness
i flick my red lighter open
and hold it close—but not too close
to my dying pen; wondering, for
a moment, if the same trick could revive
my spirits like the stuttering ink,
tempted to burn my flesh back to life
but i merely stare into the flame—
flickering unsteady still—and blow it out
so it doesn’t have to be lonely
as my heart is right now
as i travel from small city
to smaller town, i wonder where
all my friends are right now
how they are all doing
what they are doing
and if they’re all having fun
without me.
Inspired by: Fire by Sleeping With Sirens
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