Soul

A Poem by De.Ro

writing my train of thought

Can I even say "the rest of my life"? Yesterday. It seems so long ago, who ever told you to go. Not I, you'd never hear me speak those words, utter them to disperse... Let them linger to only make it worse. Mouthfuls of nonsense... Can send us to those places. Far beyond us, past the ever powerful light coming down towards us at dusk. It glimmers off the window, off the mirror as I attempt to look back. Emptiness is all I can see now, squinting to maybe make believe. To see just a shadow, an outline fading away from behind, what I wouldn't give. Slow down, stop. Take what is not yours. It's moving slowly over your eye. Rubbing gently to stop the cry. Forever ago you saw it once. I can't control all that I want. Don't smear the mascara or eyeliner black. All that we wish to take back. Fingers gliding above the keys. Words spilling as you say please. I share as much as you share with me. Coming slowly up from your knees. It looked so bad I had to turn away. Pain is nothing if you don't see a gain. I see spots moving over my head, maybe they're stars breaking from their constellations. Stars were once tiny little nations. Bright like green that is a plus. To stay like that is surely a must. Forever I thought, I'd be more than I'm not. Still time keeps coming as the clock tick-tocks.

Trying to describe a place... A single moment in time. What was I thinking? Feeling? Wishing? Thinking now of what I've been wanting. Too many things could be IT. Unsure of many questions. Undone in my being. How can that be freeing. A free soul. My soul is boundless, countless times I've felt that around us. I've never been open. The way I wish to be. I hope you are as open with me as I am with you. I can't control my feelings as I think about the past. Is this something that could last? I think now of kissing you... Of how it felt before. Intense as every last moment, you somehow spare my soul.