deminishlucidity

Dim weigh heavy on my eyes
brushing the film from the windows
crumbling monuments of time
fall from my calloused palms
a faltering lamp illuminate a memory
through the spires of dust staring back at me

Through the dead air
your withering face suspended
with its eyes sown shut
Im spent, Reaching horizons
through a mouth filled with dust and empty promises.

You were here just a moment ago
holding my every chance with broken hands. I'll never gather the strength for
another glimpse.

YOU KNEW THAT SOMEDAY WAS NEVER COMING...