Ghosts and Shadows

Empty pockets and Tired minds

If your pain,
was an inflection upon me
I had not noticed

So, when they tried to intervene
I held your hands, pulled you in,
and Melded

[Can two souls touch, recombine and find their feathers intertwined?]

I asked you to explain
the Universe
unfold me, out in four directions

You were a hologram, with
unseeing eyes
As you left me with
my desert heart
unwound around
Super Nova Stars

[Where were you? Where was your place among the masses?]

While You crossed arms and
barricaded bridges
I slumped
against an iron heart

There were pieces left,
ones that I held in my palms,
-Tender
and tried to reattach, severed hinges

[Were you broken?]

Even before
I crashed into your empty spaces
leaving a blood stained trail
In my wake

I tried to believe
that you were..

That I might've sewn you
back together
And maybe I did, but what is left..
besides stardust and aching throats,
Tethered edges with a fractured loom,

You never held me again,
but I saw
your irises, felt the warm perfume
of your breath

[Sliding, silken skin]

Your flesh
was a hallowed sanctuary
A sensation
    of falling and
picking back up

Where we began...

Where we left off...

If I could
find you, reopen that
sealed wound

Would you finally look
at me, with beauty
in your eyes
Sorrow in your captulated breath
I'm looking
in the recesses of severed minds,
But you're still [and silent]

Author's Note

(second draft, work in progress..)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. I had to read a few times. Such struggles and thoughts in the poem. I like the search for understanding and questions raised in this poem. I like how you ended the excellent poem.
Coyote