Every place he looked Reminded him That what once he was He was not anymore fMoments of inadequacy Leapt like ghosts From the shadows Where they lurked so long The certainty was That his heart Will not Could not Can not Abandon her The Meadow pipit sings I sat and watched this hopeful bird send out it’s hope filled message for 20 minutes or so But nothing came back How alike are he and I I sat and watched this hopeful bird send out it’s hope filled message for 20 minutes or so But nothing came back How alike are he and I He once would say Lose yourself Loose yourself And begin to dream He was guilty For having witnessed Such cruelty That had passed Unable to revenge the moment Anger driving the pulse of his heart The only means of control Was to enter there And leave the cruel madness behind A madness of which he had been a part Everything he saw in the mirror of memory A silver stream So raw and real It could not be denied He was hero and villain in his own story Only she had the words To set him free But she would not speak Dancing and boxing girls Floating like butterflies And short lived Bees Even though She never spoke the word He felt loved Dropped down somewhere Whoever knows In a foreign movie With no introduction No instruction No subtitles The language briefly understood In guesses Ears ringing Clinging To whatever comes their way The night outside was loud The night outside was raucous Inside he was tied up What he had been He was not Anymore Would never be again If there was a hand to hold It was hers If there was a heart to be cherished It was hers Words He wanted Needed to say Would be unheeded No more joy No longed for years Only their passing He was growing old inside So fast
