I wish that I could reach you,
seep into some hidden pocket of the mind
and really know what you are thinking
That delicate silence, smooth lips sealed
in permanence
I can't feel the warmth of a smile,
the tenderness of your skin against my own

Where have you been these days
of molten sorrow and fleeting
aggravations

Deciding not to brave the storm,
to face these trials and tribulations
without my presence close beside you

A heart of lead and steel will get you
far in this world
but I'm not sure if that is what
you're looking for

Maybe just a clean pair of blue jeans,
a few crumpled parchments, a pen behind your ear,
safe in the pocket that envelopes
your electric current mind

I always hoped to hold your simplicity,
your stubborn emptiness within
my vicinities

We're losing touch, letting that ever folding
branch snap beneath the force of the wind,
if you find this world too frigid and uncomfortable
by then...
maybe you will turn around and remember

that I was standing behind you
whenyou walked away, with
Folded arms and a shuddering wing span

If I asked you to stay for one more night
would you tell me no, again?

It isn't time to let go, but I think you already have