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Comfortable silence
Sometimes we sat in silence
A time
When silence was ominous
Hinting at misgivings
Now we may sit in silence
Feeling at ease
The silence enhancing
Beating hearts
Sometimes we sat in silence
A time
When silence felt uncomfortable
Filled with trivialities
Now we may sit in silence
Feeling closer
The silence needing
Nothing louder than loving smiles
Sometimes we sat in silence
A time
When silence meant
One was not there
Now we may sit in silence
Speaking not to fill
The silence
But to touch what what we know is firm
You need to go it alone sometimes
Stop coming to me
You see
I cannot provide your worth
The troubles you give birth to
Are only unearthed due
To your need to feed on sterile seeds
Sown by lips tipped to hone their words
To be heard by you as uplifting
All while sifting for weakness in the bleakness
You are looking to be rescued from
You cry at the breeze
To seize on passing guilt
Houses built around your cries
Burn in fires you lit just to sit in ashes
As gashes freshly burned
Earn more pity
Than the gritty path to respect
Flecked with dignity
I care not
For your waning confidence
When your reigning arrogance
Isolates and infuriates
Dictating that I should hold your hand
On the path to grandeur
As a voyeur
Of the success you will discard
If times ever get hard for you
Look in the mirror
It has never been clearer
Who should help pull you through
The stews you throw yourself into
I am tired
I once desired to assist
But now I desist
You missed the window for my assistance
And this distance
Will not grow shorter
Until you test the waters
Of inner wealth
Walk the road of health
And start helping yourself
I miss you
I miss you smiling
And I miss your laughter
I miss you beforehand
I miss you right after
I miss you while looking
Right into your eyes
I miss you with kisses
Blown into the sky
I want you beside me
I want time to hurry
I want to lay kisses
On you in a flurry
Strengthening feeling
Makes me miss you more
Somehow I need what
I wanted before
I have always missed you
The longing is growing
I have always missed you
More so for knowing
The more that I know you
The more you are missed
I dread the departing
Once we have kissed
I miss you right now
These bitter-sweet meetings
In time I will hold you
Euphorically fleeting
I will go on missing you
Deal with the sting
As the missing it fades
Near the joy that you bring
I disappear
Out of sight, out of mind
Rings true
It will for you, too
If you remember me
But absence
Makes no hearts fonder
For me; you see
I fade in periphery
Image burned when heads turn
As home
Is where the heart is
If not there
Hearts do not care
For me; veins do not reach
And we deal with
The hurdle in front
So I wedge myself
On the ledge
Of your next step to stay in focus
Because water
Under the bridge
Is lost
Once crossed
And I want to stay up-steam
A thorn
In the side annoys
But at least I am there
If I overbear
I look terrible in shadow
I disappear
Conversely seasonal
I fear the coming sun
I see it rising on your horizon
Lighting the land for you to see; but
You loom so large before me
I will fall into shadow
I fear the coming sun
I see it warming your surroundings
Drawing you to places once frigid; but
My heat falls tepid
Compared to nearby radiance
I fear the coming sun
I see it shine through windows
Enticing you toward newly-open doors; but
Meetings inside — previous products of necessity
Now a wasted frivolity
I fear the coming sun
I see your world blossoming
Awakening to new adventures; but
My days shorten
And my routine remains
I fear the coming sun
I see you, in perfect light
I see you happy; but
Selfishly, I fear the coming sun
For what it means for me
Sing the song
Sing the song of solemn sadness; but
Say the sounds of sanguine souls
Speak of sense so sound, so surely; and
Shout so scroungers know they stole
Hum the hymn of hopeful healing
Hush the howling hounds of hell
Hold the hands of humans hurting
Hop the hurdles, horrors quelled
Tell the tale to tame the tensions
Tease the tangles from the threads
Take the time to tend the timid
Trace the trail, track the tread
Sing the song of solemn sadness; but
Say the sounds of sanguine souls
Speak of sense so sound so surely; and
Shout so scroungers know they stole
Sang the song so sadness shrivelled
Said the sounds so souls were soothed
Spoke of sense so spirits strengthened
Shout, the thieves’ sins softly smoothed
My heart wept
Those last words were sadness
My heart wept at an image —
You curling up to sleep,
sheets dampened by pooling tears
Too far to hold your hair back
My heart wept at an image —
You blinded by errant strands,
tassels twisted from tensed fingers
No way to say my last thought
My heart wept at an image —
My words, superficial, jested,
echoing between your sobs, muffled under pillows
Those last words were sadness
My heart wept at an image —
My blissful, whispered I love you
disappearing in empty silence
Those last words should return
Replaced with those to make hearts leap —
An image to carry
should last words be last
