We'll Never Say

　

What is it, that we are saying
with flicking eyes, holding tears

Stained faces shadowed

by pale fluorescence
I never believed your absence to be
only a fools game

We were never the same

and you always
told me so

As you turned to walk away

The moon shines harshly, breaking
down the landscape

into simple hues,

black and blue

The waters ripple

on the shore line,
boats bobbing

like dolls in the gutter

I could see the rust stains on your
heart that night

Like dried blood

on a pulsing face
your eyes stared out,

like a ghost

　

But then you were too far

and I couldn't read

your thoughts

any more

I still hold that fateful night,

forever embedded in my
mind's eye

When my face was as

close

to yours as it will
ever be

So I'll throw my wishes at the stars,

chant holy names, until

I'm breathless
drunk with thought,

and lonely inhibitions.

You'll always leave me

to my own mind
Leave me, wanting more

Neither of us will ever speak
of what goes on

Behind locked hearts

Years have passed

since we thew our arms out,

casting the key

into the water

But silence says more,

than your words

ever will.

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

This is beautiful and brilliant. A third major tonality to complement your more austere poems and your rough-hewn peer group narratives.

"The waters ripple/on the shore line/boats bobbing/like dolls in the gutter
I could see the rust stains on your/heart that night/Like dried blood/
on a pulsing face"

It is almost certain, ironically, that the eloquence of your pained alienation is more beautiful than the capabilities of the object of your longing.

"So I'll throw my wishes at the stars,/chant holy names until/I'm breathless/
drunk with thought,/and lonely inhibitions"

The nature of the poetic soul is to yearn for what is so often missing in an obtuse, narrowly defined world. Just know that you are finer than what wounds you, and your poignant voice will be increasingly heard and answered in kind.

Indelible and classically moving.

[Aven]

"drunk with thought and lonely inhibitions" is a beautifully written line. I really enjoyed reading this. Although it sometimes seemed a bit divided in terms of time and subject, you pulled it together in the end. Nice work! :)

[Robin]

such a great flow in this poem , and a great ending

"boats bobbing like dolls in the gutter"

what a visual

[loowzerX]

lovely =) well done!

[Dream Weaver]

The parting of two ships passing in the night, not as easy
as one thinks.. sadly we are left to ponder..nicely done...

[al25]

Very well written. I really enjoyed reading this because it seems very real. Great write.

[Lovely Lady]

Nice. Melancholy.