Regarding partiality

dare the one that hopes
there, there,

watch this going through the motions
of uncertain insecurity;
involuntary wondering,
hither and forth

fallen from stability
this void's trepidation

where are you? knowing for certain
this isn't the end of life
but (merely) love

Perfect fit

looking back
we left more
than just debris

no promises
but opportunities
to build a pellucid ruin

far from scavengers
hidden or semi truths
that will only break windows

shards of tiles
we wanted to remember
witnesses to our destruction
lie waiting for another view

to be picked
and re-assigned,
fit and paste

this mosaic
I could never see
semblance of our vibrant past
was always, somehow, a part
of our potential future

Wits' end

those hours spent in indecision
turned into months of waiting
for spring that never came

every single sign of growth
just anticipation?

one day
a lone encounter
might ground us again

watchful moments;
relentless attempts to sow
what could settle inside our heads

careful sprigs of expectation
for answers
we weren't already fed

but ironically,
you only wanted soil
to lay under,
deny all and forget

you never needed to see my reflection

rain falls in silence

still showering you your questions instead

To affirm

all these even spaces
in between
of where once
were you and me

all these precious traces
of us
we wipe convincingly
fingerprints free

every little breath
we draw in inspiration
each tender sigh and ragged cry
are made into an idiosyncrasy

of compulsive even spaces
between affirmation and deniability

one last trial
this mourning
for crushed expired moments
we scrutinize to file, orderly
under uncontrollable possibility

(un)bound

its timeless rain, complementing grieve
while unwelcome motions deceive
nothing worse to believe
than not growing

wipe away that saline tear
pretend there's no wisdom found in what you fear
and seal the vault that makes it clear
there's so much room in knowing

let every restless touch burn
and unbound fissures not discern
what you never wanted me to learn
but were always close to blowing

why fight, not feel
to deny, is not heal
these keen shards from real
I never believed you'd dissolve by showing

I miss this still

laid down on the ground
soft brown soil, we lie complaisantly
unwound
above, a million thoughts look down
my ally
oh mother wind
our dreams, they can still fly

and counting stars
we placed
I can hear you say
without a sound
make a wish
when I come falling down

well, here's to you, I miss
my favourite wish
that we are still up there
instead of
on this barren ground

Imposition

... we can not claim
... we have options

situations dictate
like private prompters
how we behave
and what to say

choices
not nearly close enough
to touch

you and I

have decisions
we don't want to make

propositions
not a part
of this impossible intake

so we simply
break
slowly but clearly

past and present
become our future
far away
and further apart

in shards of what could be
we fall
deep enough to feel
this oppression of
impossible pain

I spy

as I silently watch,
extricated,

all those embroiling hands
slowly
strangle one another

I wonder:

which is the finger
that sugared the pie

Seriously?

your observations
ring a bell

not of recognition
but significance

a random selection
of obvious pieces
that were
self-consciously sticking out

you are picking up
these traces
claiming they place you
in a certain light,
somehow

and quickening your need
to give me
new meaning, a different life
as if witness needs protection

but I do not live lie

your truth;
not my face you mirror

I left that fate
the moment you thought my point
considerable enough
to rapidly re-portray

Its time

you are just an instant away
but away you are;
a defining moment in memory
of a long longed-for melody

inserted crossroad
spoiling choices
all these voices
claiming sense

when will I know

I will not get lost
in losing you
letting go
is all there's to it