There are things you just don’t say out loud
But I, nonetheless, think of saying them every day
Somewhere in the back of my mind
—once you peel away all the years
of what we let time do to us—
you are still so much more
than the one who got away
You’re an underground river
with a name which doesn’t
do you justice in the ears of Earth’s masses;
a name so common that most people
would never guess at what you really are
For, to me, your name is the perfect sound
You’re the deep stream I have drawn from
to keep myself alive
And even when I thought I’d lost you forever,
you somehow sustained me
I cannot thank you enough
Nor can I give back what little of you I used,
or change that I failed to root myself
on your shores
But I am eventually going to be ashes
which want nothing more than to dance
in your steady current
So why bother pretending that my life is honest,
when it’s a death-wish I hold dearest?
From the moment we started having moments,
I have known why me heart ever cared to beat
in the first place
And I have felt you like autumn winds
washing over me after decades
of stifling summer sun
I have thought about you daily
since the hourglass tossed us to pieces
And when I, one day, lay dying,
I will weep if your absence is all that remains
I love you much the same as this universe
of ours loves stars
But some things…
you just don’t say out loud
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