you can't force a realist to realize silhouettes on water.

still the same songbird i ever was,
i hum our songs in hope of your return
the duets are now solos
i still hum in one singular melody though
i couldn’t recall your high notes
pretty much like how
i couldn’t recall the strokes of your flying movement






maybe it was the distance

curated
left myself hanging on the gallery of promises.
eyes and arms outstretched,
ache and need
follow you around the room.
do a double take,
take my few remaining moments
while you ponder
if you could have done something similar, leaving loss under floodlights
to tell a feeling, to rot under public protection.

O, say it ain’t so,
I’ll go deaf in Heaven?
I’ll go blind in Heaven?

Then what is Hell?
Pragmatic fears fueled by pessimism,
Though I see through the ruse,
The Trap of it all.

I pick Heaven,
With great sounds an sights.

The ultimate Sin,
That lies within,
Is but a test.

I’ll gladly gleam,
Between the seams,
Skip two, do not collect 200,
Gladly.

Sights and sounds,
Lead me through nights and Bounds,
In delight, fleeting on the ground.