poetry ...

I Wish You Could See

FRAGMENTS

i. anxious waiting

in this room I hear

whispers

in my ear

seconds tick

like thunder

banging

on the wall

waiting

for your call

my breath

caught under

restless

and skin crawling

wanting to peel

it

off

ii. a question without an answer

when the day came

and you left

i became a question

that i had no answer for

running from 

soul to soul

begging for 

validation

begging for 

reconciliation

slowly finding myself

in the fragmented reflections

of the faces that i held

in the voices that i heard

and in the pools of sweat

and tears

that i created

iii. unborn symphonies

the sounds i yearn to create

but lack the skill to craft

so chaotic and beautiful

a symphony of prismatic chirps

echoing in fractured loops

droning on and on

dwelling, deepening

whispering secrets of past lives

wishing for a new beginning

in this composition 

waiting to be born

i hear tomorrow's music

trapped in today's silence

iv. digital perpetuity

the deliberate depth

a harsh flare 

from a jilted perspective

a color of the past

warm and distant

contrasting

saturating

my memory of that day

the moment

in digital perpetuity

for me to visit

when degradation creeps

imperfect and yet organic

the inevitable decay

of everything

the image of you

to never be forgotten

even if

you have drifted onward

searching for

the perfect exposure

v. the elegant collapse

reaching for something

that is just out of grasp

past the whispers

through the questions

beyond the nascent melodies

and fading photographs

taking rest

not surrender

but preparation

to begin the climb

once more

an elegant collapse -

into a foundation of strength

lifting, bending

breaking, building

moving towards the truth

a truth only known to you

as we reach again

for something

just out of

understanding now

the reaching itself

is what makes us whole.