Thursday, September 13, 2012

can i breathe?

from the wind that has dissolved your presence. can i wake up? from the dream in which you no longer talk to me and slip in to the one from which i wake in your lap. can i touch? your hands that keep slipping away in silken daze in the mornings. can i look? at your face that keeps turning away one corner ahead towards the window. can i float? as your face blurs and floods a million reflections across the sky. can i listen? to the wails that tell stories that you are waiting. can i let? your love, that without you clings to my heart with it talons ripping it open. can i weep? for the tears to fill and bring you up the well into which you've fallen.