You always leave me hungering for
Your words which never seem to fill
The void I face without them mutually
Celebrating the boundaries set
Unknowingly with purpose
Unrelenting in binding without
Suspicion or revealed design.
My ears are starved of your voice
Which only seems to grow in your
Presence and wanes only when the
Blackouts steal me from this
Consciousness I can no longer
Deny.
I’ve lost my interests in fantasy and
Fiction is but a caricature of happiness
For truth is much sweeter and I
Must confess that I would give it all
Away to spend one moment where we
Were able to be honestly sincere
Instead of waltzing with loaded
Words and actions across shards
Of glass from promises we’ve broken
And blood-stained regrets that
Gnaw openly at our hearts.
You may perceive me vaguely
As if through clouded streets that
Crisscross in the ev’ning before
The storm or perhaps right after
But know that it is I who worry
Most oft that my reflection will
Chase you off more than yours
Ever could.
Moonlit Poetry 