You listened intently
And smiled vague approvals
Curiosity clinging like lipstick stains
On cracked porcelain teacups
Full of questions spilling over
Repeating a story inspired
By a lie or maybe three
Into pages for our history
Remnants of reality

Convincing yourself
Of a lifetime borrowed
Sorrow written sideways
Mist and vain imaginings
Thinking you could let go
Of those powerful words
(I need you)
Oppressive thoughts
Distorting time….
(I love you)
Perception fractues reason
(Oh yes, I know you do…)
As you recall the morning
When you woke up to her silence

Or maybe it was his?
Either way, something missed
It’s hard to tell for sure
A blur, no sight to judge
Some fall we never rose above
Thorns of love, a wrinkled mess
Some stains where we once laid
I must confess
I’m somewhat stressed
So hard to grasp the more or less
We lose our way (we second guess)
Based on whom or how we choose
Tears run rings as puddles form
Remnants of a life we mourn

Now we talk in poems and posts
Ghostly rhymes accursed in verse
What’s worse we’re drawn
To lines we bleed
Links we drink as flesh we feed
Drunk from crimson thoughts
(they stain)
Notes to self, collecting pain
And what remains
is something strange
Riddles
Lyrics
Phrases (dead)
Rants and rages fill their heads
Feathered prayers upon their beds
To cleanse their souls of guilt, they share
Constant cravings for despair
Foundations always caving in
With sand, they save and truth they spin
Remnants of what could have been

For example, listen now…

I’ll tell you why and show you how
You once believed me when I said
The day was crying shades of red
A countenance of consequence
In 300 shades of shifting doubt
Like stars to hang a wish upon
We cling to love (we live without)
Pretty skies of blue (we fly)
And yet, you could not see
Some misty words obscured your view
To split that sky we slipped into
You saw me somewhat as a savior
Sadly…misjudged my behavior
Writing: I love you (pretend)
A haunted song called, “Where or when.”
Testaments of now and then
From me to you and back again
Now, those words mix with the clouds
Slowly fading into gray
Strange the light we live without
Just remnants of some darker days

TM DiSarro

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