Those people who
See only black and white
Only see black in the white;
Never has grey looked so good,
But are you deafer than all that?
Are you as stoic as you don’t say you are?
I know the clock doesn’t wait
But I hope you can slip into neutral for me
As my shoelaces just broke, as usual.
I’ve dashed out to the car for the hundredth time
But you still don’t seem like you’re waiting
Or are you just waiting for someone else?
I suppose that’s why
I’d rather be alone.
Emaline knows herself as well as I do
But she chose to forgo what I knew she could show
In favor of succumbing to the flesh numbing savor
Of truly unadulterated bliss.
Emaline, you need to find me next year
When we are both at the same spot
But not moving so quickly.
I can revolve and resolve upon you
But it really depends on what they say
Not because they matter
But because they see more than either of us.
So I am closing the door and trying to hang on
But I’m over my head
So someone will need to carry me for once
Until we all come to rest
With the rest of them.
The lights are off again,
But no one is my everything
And the solemn silence of the dark
embraces me more wholly
Than any tear-soaked visage has ever done.
For the darkness sees what is there
And is not deceived by the sunshine,
What is, remains in the dark
But what cannot last shines most brightly at noon.
So if the moonless night has anything left to say
I am listening.
And if the acrid stars are done pandering,
I will have my peace.
