Left were words skinned from whispers.
A hole was torn in the distance
where she buried her loves never said.
He was something quite else.
Not even that strange
but his existence poured into mine.
The words we spoke were all but superficial.
Platonic be the state still never catch me
holding on to promises to others made.
He was something different yes he walked in
water and that water quenched a thirst I have
had for mankind. A wish of sorts that came to be
all in the form of one man.
I recollect a never known him before
and never will maybe again.
But I would not dare to say.
It could turn out to be quite detrimental.
Skinned potatoes always do taste bland.
A goodbye wouldn’t sweeten the bitter
at the end. It sweetened the bitter at first hand
when I understood the story would never come
to a goodbye. Now you’ve saved me from a sight
of you turning but walking away.
Now I am churning
poison out of a hearts blister like oceans filled up.
Stung by your mere existence.
Your name will be mine to always carry
and in never said goodbyes.
You saved a tear from dying.
Salt never sweetened the bitter at the end.
But I came to understand for those moments
where I saw the you.
And I was another ‘you’
in the beautiful form of completion.
Mankind “a boy” true of something
holding faith in the girls and me as we sing,
we chant while back to black.
Our spirits cheerfully whisper
a sound of never ending tears of joy.
I bid thee goodbye.
Thank you for being part of a world
I believe in.