We End

And there you were, sulking in the corner of my mind

A drink, a drink to salve old wounds

Saying old sooths, with still beating hearts

At last down at the center of you

And old keys not rescinded out of tired locks

Branches of a network never lost

Let slip the bittersweet delights, in the corner of my eye

A chain, a chain to rattle up old ghosts

Poltergeists, with the hands of grandfathers

Bitterly turning still and soft

And old hills not made for perishing

Roots and heaps and mounds of sinful thoughts

Lay stiff and let the rivers run, in a season deeply dry

A leaf, a petal pressed between old books

Flowers, with the sound of distant thundering hooves

To feel the first most timid drops

And splayed across the meadow of my heart

Remains an imprint of both you and I

Rushing into pouring rain, baying with such solemn cries

A memory, a thought, a place

Where tender hands would tread for days

And taut was the way we stood and bent

Enraptured by the constant winds

Where stray thoughts of you begin again

And then the ropes, the subtle way your glances bind

A candle, a light sheltered from the sands of time

Enough at last, to drown here with the stones

Weathered rocks, around necks so tightly worn

Brokenly performing for these mirrors

Burying shards of who we have always been

A steadied hand, for this disbelief is yours to right

A kiss, a kiss, and then a dalliance for fireflies

Saying, in our way, that when it ends we pass

With the lingering caress of morning mist

These old debts, like us, completely spent

And there you were, and here...

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