You spoke of a prophecy and I went
Meh
I spoke to no one in particular and you
Disagreed
We became & later we … split in two
Our love was never that; never the intended
Outcome
So here we are, we see and we see not
The path ahead and the preferred route
As they intended, and as the see fit
We are strangers and yet, we are not
You spoke to me with the words of a mother, are you a mother like the mothers in fictional stories seen on screens larger than life itself, like those having children that kept on dreaming, I was once the son of a mother not screamin’, one too scared to love her only son, one that kept asking what was going on, and expecting an answer, I refused to budge, to give an inch of truth of the goings on inside, & fuck. and fuck you, and so life goes on, in silence
I find no solace in an empty bottle, as
The shadows of the temptress haunt me,
I speak French in dreams I see before me,
You wear no clothes & the bra is padded.
But,
&
No, no, …
There is no way forward …
There is a path, … A path not taken, but
I stay hidden as I is famous, and
Famously unnoticed and thus
Unspoken of, forgotten.
I find no solace in an empty bottle,
I find a me without a you,
I see a dream fading slowly,
I kick the can down memory lane &
Watch it bouncing
Always
They talk in so many ways of the harm to children experiencing a simple smack of guidance; to improve their learning and to pave the way for their success as future adult-kind. I wish, hand on heart, I would have gotten smacked as a child. Anything would have been better than your silent treatment; your turned back and the nonspeaking for days on end continuing. If you wanted me to learn, then for the love of God why did you not speak. Your silence was weak, and were you not dead already; I would seek you out, axe in hand. Screaming.
Is it conceivable to love someone you never met, conversed with or even seen their face? Can such love be real and here I am stretching the imagination to every sensible definition of real? In all probabilities you would say no; probably not as far as sensible people go. Yet I claim to have found such love. In her words I find the comfort I do not find in my own, yet they are the same, or similar; familiar to an extent which I cannot ignore. She is the same. Alike as like could ever be, painted upon a starless sky: a dream in light or darkness regardless of day or night. She conveys me, but unfortunately will never know me. I remain in hiding, unable to come forward plainly. If you see her, tell her so: there once was a man who loved you; he wanted more but alas in this life he could not, not gather strength to pursue
I find pleasure in finding you again / you, once lost and gone astray / disconnected from my world unannounced / reappearing as if nothing changed / same name but different handle / same desire & same sameness / on the other side of the world residing / lost but found again this hour / in that I find a pleasure great / I bid you welcome / I bid you welcome back
I silence my humble voice, to listen for signs of life. Behind the humming of the refrigerator, I expect your brown peering eyes. I find nothing of the kind, only silence betwixt the shards of broken pottery. Where once was love I find only the bloodless hearts – the drying dying lives of immortal soldiers, the us & our fading silence
Prompted by an @imperial-poetry-prompts : bloodless hearts
