Forget Me Not
Time stood still down unpaved streets
We ran but did not lose breath
A world where goodbyes are evident and happiness is but a temptress
Sincerity earned from nights of fingers crossed and humble promises
Before the chaos moments only outlines on a calendar
Given up anything once held with significance remaining only a forgotten reminder of innocence
Not to sacrifice would be a sacrifice in itself
Eyes blinked in simultaneous repetition
Black x’s atop unmarked souls
Words became connections and connections created reality
Voices expressing continuous verse
Rhythm was a tightly gripped hand calmed by the presence of humanity
A shattered array of faces once dispensed through a penitentiary of their own capacity
Leading to crisscrossed comfort locked down by Pandora’s daydreams
Times could never stay content and that was a fact we came to know
Perfected nothingness of foreshadowed beginnings
Where pleasure inhabits the mind I am stuck in the metamorphosis process
Missing artifacts of a grasp once took for granted
With memories elapsed of tales that served a deeper meaning
Lingering only memento
A hallowed out shell of what I once believed I was
Sacrificing the impending for the now
Cars screeching by; you hear expiration
Cold, ruptured, morbid clocks
Measuring time in cigarette buds
Claustrophobia I scream but there is no to rescue for a mind
Only a mirage
Perfection seeping through cross-processed depictions
Shower to mirror to peaked through window curtains I wait
Neglecting humdrum silhouettes
Talking without distraction from the reaction of the projection of the screens silent voice
We sit and we watch each other talk to others who are also sitting with others not talking to each other
And we are silent
Sediments of empty matter adorned by wrinkles of yesterday’s promise
Sporadic invasions of transparency torn apart by rolled eyes neglect
You pull me in and I let you go
Riding the 10:00 train back home after a busy day
Pinned with half priced thumbtacks to wall of mind’s eye
Eventually giving up or in
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