While not alone,
Abandoned in your soul;
I know…
I can’t think of you
And watch the sea—
The loneliness is
Too terrible for me.
Memory is a graveyard
Of broken dreams
With dark perimeters
Where souls wander—
And dead zones
Where love sleeps
So, if that’s true
What are you to me?
A flash of silver
Through watery leaves—
An elusive glimpse
Of moonlight
Through the trees?
Does it even matter
We exist
Or our pain is even heard?
But one day, as frost melts
Without a trace,
I’ll be gone
And all that will remain
Are these words.