my abstract heaven
Monday, December 24
You Came Too?
I am staring at this endless ocean, pretending like everything is new.
But I feel you, fact and memory, inside me too.
The waves repeat, and in my mind, your voice, just beyond the blue.
I lie here in dreary solitude, and stronger grow my thoughts.
My sin, my knowledge of you, ties me in knots.
wave on wave, washes the sand, doing nothing for my blots.
I wonder if my hopes or dreams will ever leave this bay.
Lies I've told myself are weaker now, but you still stay.
I am cold but do not move, the tide is going out, slipping away.