Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 9, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

01-09-03 thursday 10pm rbick NJ

it's a shadow the divides this life and the next. a tear that never touched the ground that begs the question. still i can't answer it. i could burn the candle. i could let the night sweep through. there never was a reason. there never was a reason until you. but you didn't want to be it. and why should you?

if time permits it's possible we may touch again. or if not, that last one will have to suffice to carry me through all the rest of time. and i am sure it will. but i don't know how it will keep you. or even if it can. i wonder what your heart lacks and why i can't ever fill in those cracks.

sunflower grins light up the places we keep between here and the next. you bloom so yellow and broad. your voice is all i can remember from the night before. your presense is all that i want.

maybe you'll fly away and return different enough to love again. i know it's not likely, but can't you blame me for hoping. maybe you'll soar off into tomorrow and return with a stronger sense of yesterday. knowing that the past is our keeper, but that we control her. how she affects us. how those words will never rhyme if we don't choose them to. a sigh among the darkest shadows of your solitude. you never knew that i was there, but you could feel that you were not alone. you seldom felt the urge to call upon, but you always knew you had that option.

alone is just a place where broken hearts go to mend. and the time it takes is all dependent upon so many factors. alone is merely a concept of the grieving and the lost. you go there when the night grows long. but you are never trapped so long as you know i am waiting. wish i could believe the same. i feel you. i know that you. you're there, but you never are. the minutes shudder in shallow contemplations of the hours that they have made. all i i want. all i could ever. you stand there as the embodiment of, but you won't budge. even if i could you'd never. even if i had had a chance you'd have taken it away. but i never did. so it doesn't really matter.

and all i really want more than for myself is that you should come back knowing that which i always have. the world is better because you're in it. you've always known, but you need something to prove it. don't know that i can. but i'lll try. love is something better left to the young and the useless. but still i wish you could feel just how much.