For Death, For Rebirth
remembering at 2:32 p.m. on 2003-08-12
You know that dirty sky, that elusive twilight sky, that draws the air from your lungs?
The dim, smokey atmosphere, your eyes burning- the moisture long since drained from them...cast aside into a pile of rolled up toilet paper.
Blurred streaks of cheap mascara.
You know, you know....
Fumbling expressive hands, to a person who cannot hear. Whispers between draws of your cigarette. Harsh, angry whispers.
But you cannot hear.
I speak this purgery into an empty room. My anger, long since palpable and warm outside my body. It has dissipated, folded in upon itself.
Forgiveness is swallowing your pain. The digestion of your own convictions.
The intrusive bleached light from the computer screen clears my thoughts.
Wrapping myself in silence, my fingers rest on the keys...words, abandoned for you to find.
You pushed me against the grain of life
The hard cruel hands of fate
like sand against rock
that breaks away into the sea
I had to breathe in your darkness
in order to see the light
to be smoothed against your weakness
to live to be this strong
and as I stand against these walls
to push away, to turn, to be free
I move my hand to cast you away forever
into the deep, dark, wanting sea.
never was � never will be
