Is it love, or obsession?
I can’t tell anymore.
They tell me, “Stay silent,”
As tears spill from my core…
While my heart’s lost to visions
Of memories, profound-
Connection and laughter
through this bond we had found…
It was something I held to-
Clung to, perhaps?
What we’d lost, then revived,
Gave one last second chance…
Sure, the world told us off-
Said we weren’t meant to dance.
No rhythm in our movements,
No joy left to chance.
Not when our toes were so fragile,
And our hearts worn sore
When all our steps had been lost,
And we fell to the floor.
And the world was cruel
As it poisoned our thoughts.
It tore us apart,
And our love was the cost…
But your hand in my hand
Was a safety held dear…
Your scent on my breath,
And your words in my ear.
I can’t help but pray
To any star I can find:
“How do I let go
Knowing you once were mine?”
Maybe I’m desperate,
Maybe I’m blind…
Maybe I’m lonely,
And losing my mind.
Still, I can’t shake the feeling
Of your hand in mine…
Of the loving embrace
When our hearts intertwined.
And I know to give up-
I know we’ve run our course.
And I will… yes, I promise…
Once I cry a bit more.
CaliStray 