The call came with quiet voice
The ending felt
"Is this goodbye?"
Talk and discuss and
Remember
Who they once were
Who they are
Who they will become
A decision, etched in the sand
Twisted fate said no
Perhaps
One day
We meet again
Perhaps
Too far apart
We drifted Like ships
Running quiet
In the channel
The future
Etched in wax
In dripping wings
In papers tossed to the wind
Of gasoline and vodka
Of green mountains
And empty plains
The past, a fond haze
Of repressed dreams and stolen moments
Impossible to forget
"I'll miss you"
He tried to say
The words just wouldn't come
He couldn't pull the foot from his mouth
Long enough to convey that
He was sorry and yet unapologetic
Is it arrogance that paves the way to callousness?
Or is it a desire to protect that clouds one's faculties
Either way
The final words
Left unspoken
Were of naught
But
YOU ARE READING
Anthology
PoetryA collection of Poems and maybe short starts to fics? Mostly Poems right now.
