the first day.
for a while,
i forgot how i looked like.
my face was a blank in my mind.
erased and white.
like the sorrow in your eyes;
the ages and the lines.
i started to cry inside.
but when i selfishly found myself missing,
for those few seconds,
i forgot how you and i looked like.
i forgot you;
i was searching in the vastness for me.
but when i found and what i saw,
in the small mirror,
was despair and desperate faith.
(you? a ghost, a wisp, a silver fade?)
i could not bring myself to look
or stare;
at these moments, my eyes are hollow.
my eyes are in my chest and the main artery
that pumps blood, love, feelings.
if i bring myself to open them,
what i would see is my bleeding redness.
for awhile,
i forgot how i looked like;
tell me,
was it forgotten me or you?
if you could,
i tried to think so,
but you were always like a traveller
with no luggage.
or a messiah,
but now
you lead and preach a skeleton crew.
i forgot how i looked like.
my face was a blank in my mind.
erased and white.
like the sorrow in your eyes;
the ages and the lines.
i started to cry inside.
but when i selfishly found myself missing,
for those few seconds,
i forgot how you and i looked like.
i forgot you;
i was searching in the vastness for me.
but when i found and what i saw,
in the small mirror,
was despair and desperate faith.
(you? a ghost, a wisp, a silver fade?)
i could not bring myself to look
or stare;
at these moments, my eyes are hollow.
my eyes are in my chest and the main artery
that pumps blood, love, feelings.
if i bring myself to open them,
what i would see is my bleeding redness.
for awhile,
i forgot how i looked like;
tell me,
was it forgotten me or you?
if you could,
i tried to think so,
but you were always like a traveller
with no luggage.
or a messiah,
but now
you lead and preach a skeleton crew.
