Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 4, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

07-04-05 10:29pm monday

gone to my life, but not my want. as i worry after with a puckered gaze.

how long until it's only history scratched into my head. limp pages that tell of people and feelings i can't really remember.

why not try. attempt. to save what's left of what it was you claimed it meant.

ask just once and i might give in. show just some sign of missing how well we stayed together without ever being.

and i might just believe.

07-04-05 monday 10:51pm

fervent clouds toil amuck. aroused by the moon's silken tongue. but no water falls. no auspice of coming storms. the ground is arid. the air weightless.

the stars churn in an urgent rage. serenading the darkness in their stellar ways.

and from the ground i gaze up. unable to calculate how far. how much.

then at my toes i look down. how they lay in such a pose. always ready to walk off. soft soil in memory makes it difficult. but tomorrow is always a paved road. no pot holes yet to slow us.

when they're gone all i can think is did i cause them to leave. of course i did, but not intentionally.

when it's over all i want is to relive. every moment. every second that led up to it.

to feel all over again the deep lunge of possibilites piercing my gut. and the harsh thrust of grief opening those wounds up.

i can leave them, but i can't let go of.

even in my silence i speak to them. and listen. constantly wondering if they'll ever notice how close to them i've always been.