Saturday, September 19, 2009

echo







you are a part of me now.

and no one is to blame,
but chance alone.

its not a cause
for absurd alarm
its not obsession
nor a sense of possession

not at all.

now
you exist
like a sacred song
whose notes I will never forget
nor unlearn,
even if I tried

and when I close my eyes
fractals that I may sometimes see
will resemble how your smile might look,
outside my head
into my heart

its how my silence
could be a discreet shout,
calling out to you;
subtle yet strong,
in ways
that I can only try to do

and this time
in my muted reality,

It will be me
playing the part
of that melancholic echo-

and this will be you:
the very spaces in-between
every time that I repeat.