firth - part of the sea; ebbs and flows - an inlet of the ocean at a wide river estuary, a place where mourning songs are sung and souls are lost and found and secrets revealed and waters are wide; a place to breathe for once. the firth is where there is a separation of ways. where we walk down one river each and we don’t look back go forward forget the past.
a fibonacci poem this time! i've recently been experimenting with different letters for poem+word combos.
Yet again, we sat on a bench, this time without dark, grey clouds. And we erased away each other from our phones, we took away all that was us. And we said how much we loved each other and we cried. And when we once again walked away, I cried because I had gotten my ending, at last, the one I had wanted for so long. I was finally free from and so I kept crying.
And that was the last time it was us. The last time we met when it was real.
Afterwards, you have been in my mind more than I thought was possible and we have seen each other less that I believed we would, without really looking and never letting each other even a meter close to our hearts, never wanting to risk ever again to destroy everything we have so carefully rebuilt.
Tiptoe. Heel to sole. Closer and warmer. Tongue against palate. Tongue against teeth. Air slips in between lips... word for word. Mumbling and muttering… Hands are shaken. Heads are nodding. Backs are bending. Tiptoe. Sole to heel. Distant and cold.
Deep green Withered screen Soft skin Rotting thin Blessed boy Restless joy I cover it Emotion Each heartache Each pain To feel you again To understand touch To remember such Love me once more Barriers will fall We shall collide Extremeties dissapate Crooked smiles will align once again