Afloat
Aloft
And to dust.
Fluid thoughts
Stuck in stained spaces
Trapped intentions
Cobwebs of comprehension
Leaky emotions
Dripping, seeping, stinking
Tip-tap
An isolated attempt at retribution
A splat on the floor
Welling to a whirlpool
Of silent surrender
And in the midst
Lie
I
Afloat
Aloft
Turning to dust.
I had forgotten this part of you.
The part that cannot decipher my unspoken words. The part that inadvertantly steps over my silent cries for attention, because maybe you don’t suspect that I’m this frail. The part that not even tries to realise that I am struggling behind the weak smiles and half hearted statements. The part that mistakes the pause at the end of my replies; what I put forth as a comma, you perceive as a period and think no more about my broken sentences.
How then, can I expect you to mend all else that’s broken about me?
The waves that wash at your feet
Are the same that wet mine
Yet here we stand, a sea apart,
Chasms of thoughts and time;
The flesh that once tingled
As you cupped and caressed
Retains imprints of your touch
Brandings of love professed
The same breeze that brushes your face
Searches through my locks of hair
For secrets left by your breath
Sweet whispers of desire
I search within you for laughter
The wanton mirth of old
Your lips try, your eyes lie
As words fall dead and cold
The sun that warms your skin
Is the same that scalds mine
The same earth lies beneath our soles
The restless sands of time
Maybe some day we’ll set sail
Leave the shore of our memories
And reach each other among the waves
In the trembling turn of the seas.
Serendipitous Rambling 