#recognizingthevoiceless

all that is left of you is tethered to a tremor.

your absence widens, and keeps on widening until we are finally separate.

the gulf between us is a star-fed river.

the gulf between us is a light-starved chasm.

I watch you convulse, collapse into yourself.

you, a soft nebulous shadow that grows warm and bright, incandescent, from a seed.

so quiet. so very quiet.

you spin away in the vacuum of space. pulse light. scintillate morse code answers.

i hear the silence.

i hear everything you want to say.

If I'm right,

it was all worth it

to have loved you

so much.

If I'm wrong,

it was all worth it

to have loved you

so much.

(I'm sorry,

I'm so

non-stop, almost daily like

I have a muse of some sort,

but life and work collided.

I almost have no time to

write, most especially

since the last part of my

novel got erased for no reason.

I need to find for my muse, no,

inspiration to write beautifully

again and daily so I don't seem

like a ghost on here.

Some one please send help.

Lifeless Writer.

For a touch that won't come.

While the world slept

I dreamt of desires

Sinking deeper into their secrets.

I coveted all that I could

While leaving so much of me

That I never thought I would.

Through the realms of possibilities

I closed my eyes and prayed.

Where were you to guide my destiny

While I waited to fade away.

every time the other crossed our mind, I wonder,

what that would look like?

Would it be a nice and even ebb and flow?

Or would your thoughts come only in a slow trickle, egging on the raging currents of mine?

Would my thoughts be a tidal wave of all the little things and all the big things and all the good and the worry and the affection?

Would I be

reading about my eyes and my lips and my touch and my embrace, as often as you'd be reading about yours?

How well would our oceans of thought, mix, I wonder?

Would you only text when you chanced to see me?

Or like me, would it be with, or without you, near?

Would the currents combine to carve out land, anew?

Or would I drown you out?

With a picture of you,

My most precious possession,