Again

 

 

Again 

 

…without you lying on the grass

next to me,

I can still hear your breathing

 

Next to me, the rustle of the leaves

matched against the sound

of children’s play,

 

she is in a dream world

a place I am not allowed to go,

 

the way his hand lays across his stomach

lets me remember a place

I will never go again.

 

The laughter of that child

is nothing without you.

 

“No expectations”

you once told me,

or perhaps that was someone else.

 

The whispers I hear

when the snow is falling.

 

I captured once, the image

of a blind man

tying knots into the world.

 

Sleeping now for six days

a spirit only wanders in his dream.

 

The steam, or fog, or smoke

wraps around daylight

attempting only to grasp a reflection.

 

I can see the world

falling between us;

 

the words dropping just short of…

sinking fever from meaning

tumbling gasps into my throat.

 

Commitment of our energy;

we are becoming…

 

Something tells me I should wake up

the ringing and ringing and ringing

clinging to my ears.

 

Can someone retrain this memory?

erase the roads I don’t need memorized anymore.

 

Erase how I used to trace into your skin,

erase this sight of you,

erase the once was,

 

once were, once because, once since.

I think about this once since.

 

Something’s wrong once since,

once words cease flow,

once my hand is not my hand.

 

Not the same moment.

Not the same since.

 

There is a distance between reflection

and true skin.

Depth perception makes things quite different,

 

Unrecognizable.

This is once truth.

 

- Pisarczyk