Motive

Glancing at the carriages
as my train catterpillars by,
I pause silently to see your face.
Memory of you but a sprout of yesterday.

The years stand as a triplet since you left.

They recommended burning
all the shoeboxes
where i keep you alive.
Carefully pushing me along
to advance,
progress,
through this labyrinth,
this life they call my mess...

Six revolutions of earth.
Nostalgia no more transparent.
Affections paced back and forth
but none of them as you.

I digress.

A decade past your death
the winter of this reaches blindly.
We are separate trainwrecks now
yet your face still haunts each breath.

-Svw

Reviews

[RomaJ]

Beautiful...and very moving piece..my heart weeps.