I don't remember.
Traces of his face float through my memory
like clouds through an almost-clear sky.
Remembering, when I could remember,
used to be painful, but
now everything is numb; the pain is dulled.
I prayed to forget, now I pray to remember.
I saw him only once. It was a dark Italian night.
Communication was impossible. Unnecessary.
I felt a connection. There was a connection.
I thank God I remember that much.
Somewhere inside me, my soul, my mind,
somewhere, there was a click. A chord
was struck.
The same cord that had been broken and
abused a million times and recently too, had
just been re-connected, plugged in, and made
sparks fly.
Then darkness.
This is the forgetting.
I have forgotten.
The breaking of the night. The whispered promise of a new day.
A contribution of life. Her life will go on; it has already turned a
new leaf. She knew she wouldn't stand for any more than she
could take, so she stood. Once she stood, dawn broke and the
misty night faded. But in this time, when dark and light are twined
in peace, she sighs, and treasures it.
Here we are.
We're not face to face.
Not even heart to heart.
I was in control for a while.
It wasn't long enough.
I felt freedom.
But now I'm trapped.
I can't decide.
It's either forget and move on,
or stay and love, the
first being the hardest.
There's a storm brewing.
It's swirling, raging, turning
everything upside down again.
I can't let it happen.
It already has.
throw the glass.
Watch its crystal form shatter
into a million pieces.
Listen to the tinkling as glass meets ground.
Life has no guarantees.
LISTEN!!
Hurl it against the wall
watch it slide in bloody drops to
the filthy floor.
Look at it. Slithering on the Ground.
LOOK!!
One hard lump of nothing and everything mixed together.
It's running around inside beating to get out
of the bottle.
Why won't it come out? Won't you
let it? It needs to get out.
Throw the glass. Watch it shatter into a million pieces.
You can scream. Nothing can help you now.
It's spinning. My world is spinning, and it's in your orbit. I think of you and my axis tilts and a shot of blue moon goes up my spine and into my heart, filling my face with a smile. Our worlds have collided; you can't deny that.
Do you know how I've fallen?
Fallen for you?
Like an angel from grace, except I've
fallen into another heaven.
This one isn't nearly that same.
It's new with you.
I've fallen,
and
no number of miles
or doubts
can change how
I've fallen for you.
--undercurrents of electricity.
words that need so badly to be spoken.
fate is harsh; it loves more than anything to mess with us.
Will everything be all right?
Hopes and expectations cruelly dashed and beaten
down, and yet, somehow, they survive.
Rekindled, they take on a new, larger form.
Newer and larger, but with the same undercurrents
of electricity.