Endings and Secrets
24th August 2010
there is a small beauty in listening to a dwindling atmosphere of
yet in a space close to hear you feel so far away –
physically close, but I feel the distinct bitterness
that separates us even at a platonic level
hearing another voice, ever so familiar,
I still remember,
I will doubt that you forget.
I’d imagine it playing, it –
the scene of a life of lies –
ending it in an honest tragedy.
should it be my fault I almost wish it upon my self to
make you feel every bit of pain I do –
am I selfish?
am I wrong?
is everything I perceive of you just something you were
feigning all along?
when will you speak?
and will you lie?
or am I hanging onto something that
has long meant goodbye?
what was this for?
why am I lost?
is the end I am fearing — something of cost ——
I thought, surely,
there was you,
but now I think, blindly,
now there’s nobody.