|forgive me. silence me.|
if red is every color but
then each breath every last exhale.
what of carbon dioxide
growing flowers made from crepe paper seeds.
tinted windows only seen
through sun-glassed lenses.
but your eyes were always mysteriously colored
while mine turned silver
with age and lost points of view.
lighting struck sand into glass
twisted limbs of trees
last I heard they landed confetti.
thin as nothing short of barbed wire fences
caught on sideways smiles pulling hard
but if i close my eyes tonight
while memories of long hall meetings
fall down stairs into cardboard boxes
packed away for netherdays.
silver metal necklace
weaving silhouettes of embrace
lost on the embarkment of next
yesterdays tuesday and tomorrows friday
where'd june go and who forgot to mention
lanes of dew covered trees
waiting for fallen days.
pass me the bottle
we'll drink it down and sing ourselves into the morning.
maybe you'll forget
all those things we did.
if im lucky an earthquake breaks waves
of sound kept in time with beating lungs
silence is a deadly killer.
so talk to me for awhile in the eves of us.
who we used to be. why we cared
now theres fire burning down bedposts.
so much tossed away into flickering shadows.
forgive me this mistake and i will return
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