A Conversation

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I look into your eyes–you stare
I find an irony somehow
In everything about your face
But I push that aside for now
I ask you of the life you chose
And is it working out so far
Behind the tired rings you wear
All the bitter nights have carved
Colors tell the story well
Though you simply shrug and laugh
But we both know you’re not yourself
And maybe he will not come back
I look into your eyes–so deep
I ask you if you have regrets
You slowly turn your head and speak
Whispering replies in breath
“I wouldn’t want to say it’s good
Or claim that I am glad at all
For how it all turned out–or could”
But then you lift your head up tall
“I know that this has cost so much
I know I may appear unwell
But heaven here is hard to touch
I guess I had to go through hell
It doesn’t mean I’m scared to burn
It doesn’t mean I don’t look back
I could have walked the easy way
But I choose not to think of that”
If all the sleepless nights were stars
The galaxy is in your look
If all the tears you cried were words
The lines across your cheek are books
I look into your eyes–you stare
I find an irony somehow
I see you every day right here
But cannot seem to search you out
And when I think I know you well
Or when I think you’re feeling fine
My mirror finds the truth to tell
Your tired face is just like mine

Proclamation

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A proclamation lies, un-penned
Within a shadowed corridor
Abandoned there, for lack of ink
Or, possibly, for lack of strength
And yet the truth has never dimmed
The arteries–the rushing blood
Can never cleanse the lasting mark
You own upon my crimson heart
And I, for this, so wish I knew
Some fitting language to assault
Or vessel to translate the pulse
Of all the things we hold in us

A proclamation lies, un-penned
Deserving light, but finding none
And I, for one, would like to write
The way I feel for you tonight
But since I cannot do so yet
I simply thought the evidence
Deserved to be remembered here
Until we learn to speak it clear
When life affords a better chance
These chambers with their hidden dams
Will burst apart–their secrets share
To show that you were always there