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

At zero hour

Have you ever recorded
that single moment,
a fraction of a second
when you just know?

You're neither here nor there
but somewhere
in between dawn and decision
where everything is buzzing
with postponed anticipation
of upcoming change
Just waiting in perfect silence
(hold your breath),
get set,
ready,
for realisation to emerge

And from within the depths
of your soul
every fibre of your body
finally sparkles to life
Outstretched hand to goal
almost touching ground
Wake me up;
make me a whole

And that's when you know;
you're living
the birth
of another waypoint
to tomorrow

Undo conditioning

I can't be perfect

the way you want

I have my misconceptions

about a lot,

if not everything

And no anticipation

can create

a constructive enough deception

that will last

beyond this unfulfilling impression

of my supposed vigour and youth,

But,
I am candid
in sincerity

If that can be
enough of a truth

from a certain me to you

Return from concept

It is in public interpretation
I fade away a little more
Veracious adaptation
render me exclusively
and I'll be hopelessly unsure

Opinion never consumes slowly,
but surely
grabbing tenure of the entire map
World revised completely
into common possession
will plummet by these rakings
when taking that personifying step

There is more that meets the cover;
size me up and shove me aside
Only words in certain order;
where's that secret held inside?

Full stop!
from screaming to be heard
No more prove I'll always be
Time to return from evasion
If only you'd see the point
and would want to run this mile with me

but then again ...

These are just a bundle of words
behind a familiarized face
you've never taken the chance to see