I vocalized
You lazed on the couch as you read, you remained silent.
Then you throw me a glance, and a smile so faint,
okay, but I'll have your room.
purple rouge stained ceramic cups
floor lamp lit, perpetual good nights
books laid high and low, surfaces and corners
sometimes they grew legs
occasionally piled up laundry bags
a day or another, we mess our sheets
wine glasses and that bottle of whiskey
one day I woke up in my former room
with evident sunlight
you were sleeping soundlessly
as I reached
we lurk in our shadows
I know nothing about you
to live with the patterns of an endeared and the unknown
you're not a subject, not a material
no apparatus, no measurements involved
you're here
part of my picture
your control, your judgement
you read too much, you dictated
I see myself when you were staring at the mirror
was I been given too much freedom?
a strange energy clouded within
no, we don't talk about everything
maybe anything, but not everything
I apologized when your eyes shut, as you laid peacefully
motionless, apart from your breathing
I've never learnt how to let in
even not required, between you and I
you are full of tact
I stood opposite the grain
I am under your full sentence
In our condition, goodbyes are not essential
one day I travelled to your waves
the only way I could speak to you
I took your hand and lead you to the space
we once lived in
it was not possible for us to meet up physically
I didn't walk that path you've cleared for me
a silent route
you were the reason I stood up
then, you became an obstacle
it was strange
I came to tell you in a dimension, a relevant one
I smiled
I was murdered, before I get to apologize
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