#footfalls
All the seconds that we've wasted
Looking at each other's faces,
Then one day we said, "Hello."
Never close the curtain on this show.
We made friends, then we made love.
We made war, you were above.
You said you were letting go.
You closed the curtain on this show.
The glistening in your corner eye
Becomes a tear that you cry.
I ask you why you have to go.
You close the curtain on this show.
Wall-to-wall the city beats
With hearts and footfalls on the streets.
I'm alone now, they all know.
You've closed the curtain on this show.
Like veins in arms, the avenues
Are winding anywhere, but you.
I wander with no place to go.
You've closed the curtain on this show.
Maybe someday I'll be seen,
Floating stillness in the stream.
Tangled in a bed of stone,
Having closed the curtain on this show.
Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 4:01 PM UTC
There's a light flickering in the attic
The shutters,
They creak and they clack
There's a knife in my sheath
There's a horror
Beneath
Where we're going
there's no coming back...
There's a terrible plot that's unfolding
A machinist we may never see
Chilling shrieks and shrill screams
"So much worse than my dreams."
...
They're just parts now;
Silent. Company.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
Footsteps of various weights:
rigid, limping,
harsh and kind.
Walking, running, stumbling,
almost dead,
measured by consuming grief.
Levitating in fulfilled love,
falling in the loss of trust,
they hide from the cold,
freezing in their fears.
Starting from different points,
they trip one another up.
Worn-down footfalls,
without a finish line,
without a reward,
carrying the weight of slow
inevitable fading.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 6:09 PM UTC