When Love Cringes
When Love cringes
At the words uttered
Or written in a text
In a message
Meant to put the finger
On the wound
On the slashed ripped skin
Of the heart
When Love cringes
At the words uttered
Or written in a text
In a message
Meant to put the finger
On the wound
On the slashed ripped skin
Of the heart
Can I peek at you
Through the branches
Of solitude?
Can time and space
Finally melt
Between us?
Can I be any different?
Can I be otherwise?
They say… They say… They say… They say… They say… They say… They say…
Tired
Of
These
Voices
Stable,
like the promise of rain,
And the promise of sun
After it.
What is it do I want to say
when your eyes meet mine
wondering why
is it so necessary
to be reminded
that we are mortals?
Just like that
A life disappears
What has been
Is no more
The space lost
To the words
The warmth undone
me thinks of fear
how it crawls under the skin
hurries the drumbeats
kindles the fire
into the blood stream
makes the eyes roll back
taking away a last breath
Sometimes,
it takes a miracle
a timing of sorts,
when a place,
a space
is given
to one
who needs it
most.