Fingers touch
eyes dilating

he moves closer.

One last kiss
long but sweet.

I move away
with memories.

Looking without seeing
Hearing without listening
Eating without tasting
Bleeding without feeling
Pacing but not walking
Hoping but not praying
Crazed without lunacy
Taking without wanting
Breathing but not living

Surrounded without belonging
Alone without loneliness
Saying without believing
Speaking without thinking
Desperation is overcoming
As I try to find a way
To not breath without living

Night noises rather know
How to snap
fingers
for heat
While wind
hears puddles shudder
Bashes chimes
all to hell
Rocks the house with no one
in it
Rain pits a heart
Against ungodly hour

A bushel of sweet berries
Wait upon their willowed branch
For the ghosts to come for them

The rains will come and drench,
The sun will march and shine,
But the sky will never change it’s hue.

Sweet berries wait for two ghosts
They’re no different than you.