Noise

Noise is what separates
My soul
From sweet serenity
And its nectar that likely
Would never flow
In a continuous stream
Allowing me to stand
For long
After all
More likely akin
To a stuttering
Alien
Morse code
That sprinkles grace
From a backward-masked tongue
In every place
Just out of reach
From where I lay
Clutching deaf ears
In a shivering panic
That pierces
Even more deeply
Each time I realize
Again
That you aren’t
A part
Of this landscape
Anymore

For You

The raised hand
Your failed attempt to peel away
Your own skin
It was too tough
Calloused
Trapped in
You wouldn’t
You couldn’t let me in
The closest thing
To an open door
Left me jaw-dropped
My words scattered
On the floor
In a panic
An ill-informed attempt
At balance
I juggled my duties
My fears
My phone line therapies
In another room
So that you couldn’t see me
Weak
When all I should’ve been
Was in the room
Next to you

Traverse

In this traverse
‘cross rocky creek bed
I attempt to land
Disoriented footfalls
On stepping-stones
To avoid this water
That flows beneath
And around my missteps
For though I cannot pierce
The same stream twice
Its persistent loop carries with it
His ghosts which are
Also mine
Just as in time stoicism
Formed a divide
My regretful apologies
Have been muted by
A vanishing point
That stands between
The reality he kept inside
And the fabric and the holes
In the humanity that I
Am now bound to wear
Traversing this creek bed
Forevermore