Neverwilde

Will

Stand in my Chaos

And say

Dragging these chains

That keep my

Too Much

Bound up inside

Is becoming

There is something about you

that makes me want to make

I am so distracted by these thoughts of you.

At some point you went from being an entertaining pastime

To a discombobulating preoccupation.

Late at night I hear your call

That hair’s breadth

that separates desires

of the flesh

from necessities

of the soul.

Setting forth on this path I thought to follow you.

A wonder filled but perilously crooked path.

It will be alright, you said.

You will follow me, you said.

And then you were gone.

Setting forth on this path I thought to follow you.

Hand in hand but a step behind.

I will keep you safe, you said.

I will lead the way, you said.

And then you were gone.

Setting forth on this path I thought to follow you.

Pausing at the crossroads to read the signs.

I am unsure, I said.

I feel lost, I said.

And then you were gone.

Setting forth on this path I thought to follow you.

Cutting the brush to restore the old way.

My knife is sharp, I said.

I will make my own way, I said.

Unsaid words of deepest longing

Bindings hold fast under stress of distraction

Thinly veiled as desire

I am bound to you.

Bound

Regardless of Time or Space, of Need or Want.

There is a part of my soul that will always know you,

Always reach for you, always scream for you.