I didn’t want to say
But you made it ok

So with trembling hands
And pounding heart
Those words cascaded from my lips
Floated into your ears
And landed in your secret place

Yours was a selfish request
Mine was hope at best
Wellsprings grew and I saw you,
No longer the dream, but before me.

Yet, I walked home alone with you every night,
hearing my footsteps crunching leaves, splashing puddles,
slamming the dry pavement

And the seasons repeat again
Friend

Something has changed
Or nothing at all
And yours remained a selfish request
Now mine has turned to tolerance at best

So I walk home
Alone
With you
But…
I’m gone

No seed to grow lives here
These are just things
To be

No room to fill here
These are voids
Spaces, negate

No smiles to be seen here
These are the spasms of strain
A force in social nature

No soul to guide resides here
These are the hollows of memory
Forgotten, thoughtless

Draw deep, my breath
Feel all, my soul
Consume more, my eyes
And tell!

Tell what cannot be spoken
The fright of truth
The light to darkness

Freeze not my spirit
For you are unique
You are no citizen to such

So much cannot be
To you all is bursting
Your language ancient
Misunderstood
Devalued

You must retrace
You must retrack
You must unlay the path

These like they
Know not the nature of you
Your roots grow deep
They saw once only your fruit
They see now nothing
Return and begin again