I search through the bits and bytes and know that he's gone. He's melted into the framework of a life unknown to me. He's disappeared into the tapestry of another world. He's petered out of my life. What have I done?
He is basking in new adventures, I'm still kneading out old stories. He is seeking fresh dreams, I'm living our many nightmares. He has let time wash away what was, I'm not letting the time pass. I'm the rotting root, he's a flowering plant.
I'm filled with...blank vision, misty music, mourning heartbeats. Oh...what have I done?
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i know how it feels. if that helps, you're not alone.
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