You stand there, alone…
And I walk through
Your vacant stare.

Again I am nowhere
As I feel you push
Your knife through my heart…
And I scream,
But the biting wind
Carries away the sound
So no one hears me.

I run away, past
The graveyard of leaves,
Their lives left behind,
Their usefulness drained
Away with their colour.

But your eyes still haunt me.
The vision of them,
Turned away to the ground,
Makes my soul ache,
And my blood freeze,
And my heart be glad
For the steely blade piercing it.

Somehow I still search
For the possibilities I know
I no longer need to find.

But the skies are clear,
Except for a few brief wisps
And me, in my daydream,
Feeling the stratospheric air
Caress my face and fingertips
As I give my sorrow to the sky.

But I still feel my fins
Caught within your net.

The passing of the days
Does little to weaken
My memory of hurt I gave.

And as I sit here
And feel your flames
Scorch my skin,
The leaves are falling
From the trees
And I must join them.

11/09/2001

Posted on 11/09/2001
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