"But what?"
"So, what's the plan?" said the heart.
Life is and continues to be fractured. As I get older the truths and constants that I held in my hands as law now seem like childlike echoes of something more noble…
she was the wish that missed the star
and the penny that bounced off the lip of the well
she was the prayer lost in a sneeze
and the love potion missing a newt
she was the ship that passed on a different ocean
and a dream shattered by a late night call
but her thunder still lives within you
and her lighting still fires your heart
she was your ever so nearly
but now always your just not quite
I look back upon my road
there are no signs
or yellow bricks
just faded lines
and sun bleached bones
I take this moment from
the momentum of my steps
to reminisce about love
and choices
to see behind closed eyes
the life I never knew
my head drops
I turn
my heavy footsteps restart
towards my journey's end
in a world
falling apart
he just stood there
holding onto nothing
and when the cracks smiled
he just smiled back
she comes to me in the early hours
in that moment where dawn washes past the eyes
and evicts the dreams
there was a day I never forget
we sat together in a summer field
drinking cider and ruminating over our love
we planned our tomorrows with military precision
but we never saw our fates peel apart
and I never saw or imagined her ending
I went back to that place once
I sat in that field and I talked to her
as I left I turned around and looked at that moment
out of time and space
had I known that was our last day
I would have never let her go
I am half
a less than generous portion
laying between
these distant edges
awashed and lost within
an ocean of Egyptian cotton
but sometimes in peaceful nights
before I embrace my dreams
I look to my left and
imagine it filled with a sleepy smile
and eyes that hold a key
to dispersing the shadows
that surround me