Hesitant smiles bridge the abyss between us
Briefly, the brush of a dying gull's wing
There is nothing left but memories -
beautiful in their violence though they are,
I will not do this to us anymore.
Farewell to you, my dearest friend
It was a delusion born of an unhealthy addiction -
I see that now.
And I will miss you when we are gone,
photographs and snippets of half-forgotten conversations scattered to the wind
I will miss the quiet smiles, the fall of rain,
and the intrinsic sound of your heartbeat.
I cannot do this- leave you behind-
I cannot bring myself to stop-
Stop - we shall fall to dust
And in the resounding sanity
Find that we are not quite lost
despite having lost
Ourselves.
09.11.12