it was just that
one second
a single moment in time
but it stood still
perfectly endless
and the way the world looked
at least to me
changed
every out of place hair
was for just one moment
perfect and beautiful
like ripples in a river
totally unnoticeable
except
right then
I wanted to catch it
and live in that second for a week
but it was gone
while I stood still
frozen
by the beauty
of a single second

the clock
beside the door
always to keep me on time
now seemed to stop
with my heart
in tune
with the internal mechanism
that was yours
now stopped
by this knock on my door
later when asked
able only to recall
faceless men
in grey
and their words
to me
that you were no more

There’s a moment to every story

When the prince doesn’t come to save the damsel
The dragon can’t be defeated

And the threads of lies the witch wove
Grow stronger instead of breaking

When chivalry has long since past
And the mourners leave only dying flowers
At a grave that was never there at all

Because no one cared enough
To stop and drag its lowly carcass from the road side
Before the ravens came a pecking

Pecking, pecking
All the while calling in their harsh laughing voices
Never more

Like feathered boogey men to steal away what was never ours
Except in dreams and fairytales

While sprawling trails of ink on paper attempt to record
Every step in a hero’s journey
Without ever stopping him in warning

Of the ravens all the while waiting
With cries of never more

Dope dealers and addicts
Bragging rights

Court dates to be extended
Paper work in tattered pieces

Borrowed suit with **** in the pocket
First offence...

At least they thought so
Bright spot, only a six month term

Nothing more

But his friend robbed that liquor store
And her friend just did five years instead of life

Young and invincible
Until they're not

Ha ha
Jokes on them
No one gives a ****

Choice made
Life ruined

Next time
Stay home

There was a time when you and they
Or maybe them
Went away

The sort of away that means to say
For always
And forever after

So there was only I, or me
To stand and wave
Hello, goodbye

Thought tears
That were many

Or maybe...
Just a few

...at least one or two

I’ve heard of 27 words for tears
And 50 more for sand
At least a thousand or so for rain and snow
I probably know more than that
I wish I had a million words
For love
But all I can think of is the way your eyes look into mine
Your fingers against my skin
And the sound of your breathing when you’re asleep beside me
And there are no words for that

Cards passing hands
Back and forth

Hissing as they shuffle together
Then apart once more
Laid out before her

Bangles click softly
Air thick with incense
Sweet and heavy

Jars arranged along the shelves
Each collected carefully by size

Glittering things
Some slither or sing

Whispering words
As the cards turn over

A fool smiles beside the devil
Dark Tower forever crashing earthwards
The path unfolding

A story now told
Under the cover of a gypsy's wagon