Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Monday, 9 April 2012

Another World

The air shook, and
he swayed through
the emptiness he left
where they had once
stood close together.

The air hummed, and
his heart rang out to
the same frequencies
that took their shapes
on wearied stations.

The air howled, and
he stayed at arm's length,
Kissing shadows in
the louder silences
dancing in the dark.

The air wept, and
he turned one last time,
And said "darling,
Don't cry. This isn't
meant to be
our last goodbye."