one day you will come to me
one day out of the silent gaps of time
you will come to me.
there is a sickness in the air i breathe,
there is a sickness in the air that is so
suffocating.
your absence reminds me each day
of how real this is.
i want it to not be real.
i want to rest in the pools of your eyes
and know
reality will not harm you again.
one day you will come to me
and this mantra is all that
keeps me going, for i can
no longer tolerate the trauma
of all the memories
i revisit in these waking hours,
intensifying this hunger,
intensifying this suffocation,
intensifying this sea of
ebbing solitude...
the waves come crashing down.
i could lie to myself to keep on going.
but i cannot live a false sense of contentment.
i cannot push away the fact that you are
on your own, somewhere, anywhere...
alive, or astray, or fading into the hands of time,
for i will not know,
i cannot know.
and this kills me.

one day you will come back to me,
and these spinning thoughts will go away.
one day you will come back to me
like a lost child who found his way home.
your orphan arms reach out to me,
but i cannot follow.
these depraved stares lead to nowhere,
and the sights are sad and still.

one day you will come back to me,
even if it is only a dream.
if this should be the way it ends,
i shall never wake,
for life is a lonesome ocean of the
bluest madness,
waiting to take you in
and swallow you.

my senses are an automatic disaster,
i seek euphoric means of an endlessness
that cannot be.

i close my eyes, and i see you there.
staring, blankly, below the tall oak
overlooking the city of
fading memories.

i will lose myself to these mental fabrications,
one day.
i will lose myself,
and the love story will have to end.

one day you will come back to me.


and that is all that i dream of and hope for.
i will hold you til the ends of eternity,
i will feel your pretty little heart
beat against mine like a pair of
frenzied butterflies.
i will watch the delicate strands of your hair
beam boldly against the sun,
a bronze statue,
eternalized, and never forgotten.
i will watch my body grow feeble.
i will feel my skin wrinkle and parch,
and decay until i am a
pile of bones,
at your stone feet.

i would have soared to where you are,
i would have gone so far away from this
life i've known...

but i am drowning in a
world without you,
alone.

i look for the copper statue,
but i stand in smoldered ashes.

i close my eyes
and the spinning thoughts
return.

i open my eyes,
and my heart is bruised.

i toil myself numb,
and the sights all around me
are blinding and white.

i feel the burning afterthoughts
coil within,
a thousand screams
that will never be heard.

one day you will come back to me,
and it may only be in my mind,
but one day
you will come back to me,
and the emptiness will fall away
to the flood.