1.
we sat on your roof while the skyline caught fire
the earth was withered like an ancient man
flesh parched and weary,
cracked and morose
the stars were our audience, perched and waiting for the big event
we lay on the scratchy shingles while the heat swallowed us up
our hearts were full of each other,
fingers intertwined
sitting in silence save for starved cicadas
an orange haze burst from the distant trees
a smoke silhouette devoured the stars,
the hungry haunted
we sat on the roof while the skyline caught fire
it was the summer of us, of a heat that consumed,
a fiery passion that died out
as soon as the rain came.
can weave into each other
a tapestry of memory
songs and silhouettes
taste and touch
melt into one bleeding
ink sketch dripping with
salt water seared into
your thoughts until you breathe
your final breath
these two separate souls
heart beats stagger and split
flesh on flesh
scream sorrow as the cords
drop and fray
slow motion walk away
hollowness left where this
once intimate creature held
you close is now nothing but a
stranger.
we sat on your roof while the skyline caught fire
the earth was withered like an ancient man
flesh parched and weary,
cracked and morose
the stars were our audience, perched and waiting for the big event
we lay on the scratchy shingles while the heat swallowed us up
our hearts were full of each other,
fingers intertwined
sitting in silence save for starved cicadas
an orange haze burst from the distant trees
a smoke silhouette devoured the stars,
the hungry haunted
we sat on the roof while the skyline caught fire
it was the summer of us, of a heat that consumed,
a fiery passion that died out
as soon as the rain came.
2.
strange
how two souls connectcan weave into each other
a tapestry of memory
songs and silhouettes
taste and touch
melt into one bleeding
ink sketch dripping with
salt water seared into
your thoughts until you breathe
your final breath
these two separate souls
heart beats stagger and split
flesh on flesh
scream sorrow as the cords
drop and fray
slow motion walk away
hollowness left where this
once intimate creature held
you close is now nothing but a
stranger.
3.
I’ve lost discernment between dream and reality.
I saw your back facing me but maybe I didn’t.
You turned to face me and your dark heavy eyes told me the story of your emptiness.
You kissed my cheek and walked over the edge of the cliff.
I saw my heart breaking before me but maybe I didn’t.
It was beating, beating, beating to the rhythm of our song and
I thought I smelled your scent.
Tear-stained pillows are all that remain from that damp, warm night.
I can barely remember the shape of your ears or
the texture of your hands but your voice sings a painful melody in my ears.
I saw an old piano in a forgotten room but maybe I didn’t.
A woman I saw at the train station appeared and sat at the bench.
She lays her head on the keys in defeat.
The chords moan and split, playing the song of her heartache.
I’ve lost discernment between dream and reality.
I’m seeing myself now but maybe I’m not.
I walk toward the woman and whisper in her ear:
The sun rises and falls like your lungs in perfect harmony.
Five senses, four limbs, three freckles in constellation,
two eyes and one heart sending blood in circulation like the earth around the sun.
Remember, ‘I am alive.’
I saw your back facing me but maybe I didn’t.
You turned to face me and your dark heavy eyes told me the story of your emptiness.
You kissed my cheek and walked over the edge of the cliff.
I saw my heart breaking before me but maybe I didn’t.
It was beating, beating, beating to the rhythm of our song and
I thought I smelled your scent.
Tear-stained pillows are all that remain from that damp, warm night.
I can barely remember the shape of your ears or
the texture of your hands but your voice sings a painful melody in my ears.
I saw an old piano in a forgotten room but maybe I didn’t.
A woman I saw at the train station appeared and sat at the bench.
She lays her head on the keys in defeat.
The chords moan and split, playing the song of her heartache.
I’ve lost discernment between dream and reality.
I’m seeing myself now but maybe I’m not.
I walk toward the woman and whisper in her ear:
The sun rises and falls like your lungs in perfect harmony.
Five senses, four limbs, three freckles in constellation,
two eyes and one heart sending blood in circulation like the earth around the sun.
Remember, ‘I am alive.’
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