Extinction of wishing,
Becomes my fateful heart’s story.
Dissipated ideas towards shaking hands,
Is the only visual you know of.
Your lips can speak of remorse,
But your paper doll movement lets me know.
Your not here any longer.
Donut glazed eyes rock back and forth,
Clear vision is not an answer.
You’ve been left dead for the past,
To salvage you up.
Your broken hip wont allow you to step, further.
Forgotten, you left your wife and kids for the restoration of your doubt.
Lacking all. Comparisons of future and past replay in your mind.
Whatever lies are hidden among the mute,
Will stay there. Till once again is beckoned to its knees,
The frost that has swept over you, remained all winter.
And in this very vision, I sought out to remain strong.
Though these weakening knee’s have it all flopping over.
Face-planting into the eye of the storm.
Your ghostly image still whistles about,
Death hasn’t arrived to you yet.
Sour questions have me running.
Even a bullet in the heart wouldn’t turn me away.
What was, can only be, what is to come, then, here, and now.
It’s the promise you kept me locked to.
It’s the only promise you still have to time to keep.
it’s the promise that needs to be forgotten.