Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 30, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

Sunday, October 30, 2005 10:31 PM

it's an old moon in a new sky. clouds masquerading as stars. just faces i don't see anymore. yours. mine. ours.

i've only reruns left to live. life lived its seasons. and now new shows have come to take its place. different channels. same old stories. again and again.

it's the tree outside my window that i don't dare climb down. though it flaunts escape at every glance. it's the ocean i used to meditate beside as my heart would break in time with its waves.

every time a leaf falls i still think of the colors i used to change. when your shadows would cast and when your light would land upon my face.

every time i smell the salt in the air i still think of your voice. how it sounded when you were far. and how it did when you were near.

every time i smell forest i remember how the trees gazed down upon us. while on the ground we dug for treasures that weren't there.

if i took i never meant to. if i gave and it was taken. i don't want it back.