THE OTHER END

            I couldn’t think of anything

                        To say. At the moment

                        Everything’s running in swirls.

                        In my head.

                        My blood.

                        This aching chest…

                        Garden of the morose.

            This is a blank verse.

            All I see is a restless

                        Ball and chain. An unhappy wheel.

                        Clanking and ticking aimlessly.

                        Cacophonic against the tide.

                        Unceasing.

                        Redundantly melancholic.

            I left you a note.

                        The ink stains won’t budge.

                        Even as you cry reading.

                        Every single night

                        It remains written…

                        And you hear it when

                        You face the mirror.

            Never a moment that I

                        Left you. You wouldn’t let go…

                        Even if you try, you stand still.

                        And embrace my presence.

                        And you cry weary.

                        Telling me to go,

                        Holding my hand.

            Never a dull moment…

                        Never a lull.

                        I am always with you.

                        You wouldn’t let me go.

                        Even as I sit on the

                        Other end.

                        Waiting.

                        Watching you watch me.

                        Tear you apart.

                        Because you let me.

                        Stay.

            This is a blank verse.

9:53PM

17 Dec 08

Nova