it's the tie that binds.
waters dare not quench, but i forget the rest.
no gift can reunify, reignite, nor rebuild.
Fear tells me all the what ifs are true.
gestures mock, words decay, intentions slide back beneath the surface.
they are dim mirrors of what was real.
the leaves are here.
i see the leaves and i hear them and they are with me.
You are the leaves, but you seem distant high above me, speaking in foreign hushes only the trees can understand.
You seem to be watching my every move, thought and action.
it is disgusting the way despair provokes art.
i despise this weakness, this wretched crutch.
i eat the food of love, but it tastes like stones and sand and tears.
you meant it, i meant it, but we never remember.
we curse our handiwork, our gifts, our hearts.
we shred our bonds, we have shot the beast.
togetherness is not enough, love is not enough, words are not enough, things are not enough.
the tide drifts away and i have the empty circle of zero right here between my arms.
if you want meaning, it will sound trite.
you know the so called value of the things i have, rust and dust, intentions and pleas, shadows and prayers.
i will always love.
i will always mean it.
i will never leave.
i will always love.
