Saturday, January 20, 2007

The Walk

There was a strange treble in your voice when I turned to hide my presence from your stare and I pivoted only briefly to spit the audible goodbye with half the force of my walk in the other direction... you called me back out of fear not love but I kept right on walking past the memories of all the good and more than enough of the bad. Past the sound of you letting go for me in the darkness of a fallen night. Past the time I got on my knee's to offer you the rich landscape of forever that couldn't compete with a piece of legal paper, in your mind. Past the space in the split second when your breath catches before my lips take yours in a passionate embrace that your mind simply could not grasp. I turned the corner of regret and pain making my way through the pedestrian emotions that threaten to swallow me as I take my leave of you. I don't know where I'm going only that I can't go with you. There is the sound of a raven in the distance though how I know it's breed I don't really know but the moment fits the thought; so I go with it as I pass yet another storefront of memories caked in your existence within mine. I tried keeping track of this path, knowing it would somehow come to be but I wasn't prepared for the sting of tears that fell when I finally came to realize that you were a mistake I shouldn't have made, your intentions cloaked in all the pretty meaning but none of the stamina to make something real. I found myself inside the depth of the implosion of this... lying half-dead; totally broken but I let the anger carry me away from this promised heaven which became a lie you told to sell me a pile of emptiness. As I go I am reminded of just how loud disappointment can be and marvel at how long I endured that high pitched squeal; at how long I tolerated the nothing you were willing to give me... as I find my way through this one-horse ghost town your malice made of us. I find that for all I thought I knew... You became everything I never wanted to see. This too shall teach me to reach before I jump because I know I never want to take this walk again.

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