Spoken Silence

I wrote this poem to someone extremely close to me. After I found out they are hurting themselves again.

I hold out a candle,
And knot ribbons around the trees,
But now I know,
I failed us.

The candle blew out
And the ribbons got torn,
My hands got wrinkled
And my shoulders broke

Like the glue sniffing child on the street
Just as him with his boned arms and anorexic body
I faded away,
With time
With life
We lived, we promised, and yet no laughter

That special bond like the woman, clutching onto her little paper bag, until the bag broke, and the bottle shattered.

We broke, we faded and drifted away on the cold and empty sea.

Lost without our anker, being each other.

Because age caught up, and yet we never laughed,
And now our voices is only whispers,
Whispering so soft that it is lost between these walls that we built,
We never laughed, now laughter is not possible.
You and I, broke the ribbons and blew out the candle.

But now I know I failed us.
Now I know I failed you.

We failed each other.