Idiosyncrasies

And every time the bottom
falls out from under
and you're not there to catch
These stitches and braces
are prove of failure
Of never reach out and touch
what need can not believe in

It just doesn't suffice,
these too many maybe's
Lost in between
Left in the middle
at this hidden floor

Hello, I'm right here
Idiosyncrasy
catch superstition out loud
Stay out of reach
or you'll fall
and than, we'll fall out

Better left up there
misinterpreting the word
Unbroken
Musing your visions
clearly
but softly unspoken


This,
as I am sorting
through the noise inside my head
Where you are one
And I try to think of many reasons
why there is NO reassurance
with always the same answer:
"We'll never be really done"


I just want to break the hinges
that opened up this door
But I just....
can’t' believe it anymore


..

Severed from whole

Echo of loss
searing at the edges of
this void

There really are no words
only hollow expressions
(and many incomprehensions)
not saying it at all

Irrevocably connected
-we were-
and intricately woven
into a flawless pattern
of profound significance

You have always been
so much more
than paw prints on my soul




6 February 2010


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