Unfinished

Almost
He speaks lyrics. She takes code
Raw skin begs experience. Invokes a girl she was
New breath, thrive. Fine and frozen out of mind
Sweet somethings and secrets. Unrelated realities ignite.
Unwhispered deceit is no less a lie; recoil
Unseen, she recalls courage. Chill hope for warmth
Need to let forth; give
Opens and melts for him. They give and pull and give…

Clocks tick and silence

He is changed… distant. Comprehends fear
Pallid cries, borrowed words
Heavy space and slow motion killer; wavering
Actual blows would sting her less
Throatily, vibration formed words; ought
Glimpses and failed attempts exhaust his intent
Separation occurs. Reason returns wounded
There was always distance, though the importance different

Abruptly, he appears content

She questions her sanity, the weight of her thoughts
Resents his stability
Invisible from one another, they go
In tribes along cold rivers; stagger
Scars resemble autumn, colorful and temporary; salient
As great songs exist for singing, almost-love stories write themselves short
Render an empty audience. The pen but a hostage
As also a heart