Anon this Shore

After days of laughter and nights of passion, her sillage was all that was left. Yet it was all consuming. Her perfume's ghost danced at the edges of every breeze. Every crowd hid a murmur of her voice. He felt her fingers interlace with his with every setting sun. And through his tears he could see her phantom, a spectre of all their happy memories.

Yet despite the pain, it was her sillage that kept him going; living the life she would have wanted for him. And in every laugh and every smile til his dying day, he felt her presence.

Alone by You

Needle pricks of awaking numbness

Sensations bring my eyes to tears

To feel again, I have become this

Creature to cast away my fears.

How do I feel so all alone

With you here right beside me

The emptiness yawns between us

Pulling you farther away from me

And my spirit lost in the cirrus

My mind the echoing cacophony

But sadness lingers in the longing

Much deeper when you finally know

What you've always been wanting

Where you want your heart to go

And as you drift farther from me

Desolation becomes my heart

And I miss you more when you're next to me

Than when we're a thousand miles apart

Stolen Turns

Amidst the spiral staircase

Ever onward up and down

Looking glasses come face to face

But I can't describe what I've found

Through the endless jagged hallways

Worn smooth by all my pacing

The difference between now and always

Memory versus mind's erasing

I whisper to once more hear my voice

I choke back sobs when I can't contend

I scream into this void of choice

Of lunacy where I pretend

Raw and broken I stumble sideways

And fall right through another dream

Knees weak I stand to find the pathways

Beneath the Styx and Stygian stream

And Lethe cannot my soul allay

I don't remember, but still repent

Still I mourn some random day

What hasn't passed from me yet

In this maze I endless wander

Wondering what will it take

To no longer have my heart pine yonder

At last this nomad's soul forsake