Remember days in Nowhere Land
when I thought I knew you well?
We built a bridge to forever
and a house of promises and plans,
with decks of cards and notebooks
on foundations of dreams and ashes.
(Perhaps I should have studied architecture,
to know how to build to last)
At times I think of you as being just words
-beautiful or hurtful,
melancholy or cold.
But never more than just words,
like those printed or scrawled on notepaper,
tucked away in drawers and on shelves,
between flimsy covers bound with wire or string.
(The most important words are those left unsaid.
There are so many left unsaid.)
Why are you still here?
You said you would go long ago
when I had nothing left to give,
except time, and even then not much.
You stopped waiting, didn't you?
The train will never come.
You're just like that ghost of a girl on the platform,
sitting with her lost gaze
and a face forever aged eighteen.
The train will never come to drag you
down into a ravine (but you want it to).
But don't resent me, darling,
you know you made your choice.
And do you know what I think?
You wouldn't take a different path
if you could start all over.
Call it fate if you want to
(you know I like to think of it as fate).
I told you I knew you would scar me
the day I read your name.
Let's call it fate,
because neither of us would do it any other way.
You're still here, just like that girl, like a ghost
(if you pass that station on the East-bound train,
you'll see her, sitting on her bench).
You stopped waiting, familiar with your habit.
You stopped talking too.
Why talk when the words have run out?
Words said and unsaid, that's all you are.
And I'll never unlock the secret behind your lonely heart,
instead I'll learn to accept the fact
that you've a malady I cannot cure.
But one thing I know,
despite your dead words and
as you lie here avoiding my gaze
and kissing my wrists,
I know your lonely heart is mine.
Thumbs up for the experimenting!
^^ really nice piece, feel like I need to read it a few more time to see the whole picture as it keeps a lot of its mystery! its really great to read one of your pieces again!! Xx