abadseed

dress me as you will, make me what i'm not
smoke with me a while, depleat my meaning
move on the breeze with me, let the candles guide you
listen to your breath, see what i see
slide up closer next to me, now, hear what i hear

this morning, the sparrows woke me
i sharpened my knives for the trip to the abattoire
hoping to cut your cancer out, but knowing
that no matter how i clutch you
the bells will toll, the bells will ring
i have tried these many times over and again
the autumn air breeds sympathetic over sights
belittling this pentacostal charm of their reality

i recall the breathlessness of your beauty
but i am breathless without you
i can hear the wind moan the branches, benign
i'll hide away while the earthly things start to play
yet and again, as i approach
i know you will be taken silently as a theif in the night


this wasn't about anyone in particular. i just put myself in the position of someone else. and told their story.