I saw one there. Sleeping. Quiet. A fawn. Nothing more. A simple, perfect fawn laid among the poppies.
I think of you...
I walked past the crying stone today. The water was so clear, so
perfect... So many memories lay deep and dark beneath those woeful
falls.
I think of you...
I found myself cast in gods born brilliance, white as your unstained
soul. It felt a sin to keep it, but I find it so hard to let go.
I think of you...
I find my steps are slower now. There is more time in my journey to let
thoughts guide me. The many things I wanted to push away, to run from.
They find me. So little time is left and yet it seems endless. Endless
as this grey void.
I think of you...
Others are still here. I see them. Some faces new, fewer old. I find
that it matters little. I would not be able to hold the social fluency
of many others. I would not wish the awkward silence of my presence upon
any. I wish even less for them to hear what worthless trash my own
words would prove to be. Useless. That is all that I am. A creature
waiting to waste away. Waiting...
I think of you...
So lonely now...
I wish you were here.
