Alone

“Alone”

Upon silhouettes of memories, my hands grow cold
In fading starlit eyes, crossing scars of gold.
It is true—I often see you
Within these shadows pressed against my heart,
And my blood is lost in enveloping dark.

It is true—I once loved you.
And it’s you—who I run to—
Formless though you have grown…
The rain falls on me, alone
While I walk together with days of yore,
Wandering—I couldn’t love you anymore
Than in this moment, outside of space and time,
In a sad, slow-moving pantomime—
You, unseen, unheard; no longer mine.

So gently wounded by your lie,
As you pass me to say, “Goodbye.”
One small breath keeps me prisoner
To all the bonds of what we were:
One last kiss; one last ghost to haunt
With what lies in the fear beyond
The rising of another lonely sun:
These tomorrows that dawn without someone
Who I saw in every future that could be,
Glorious futures only I could see.

It’s so dark in the ethereal plane,
No gods here—only rain.
I kiss you goodbye, without your lips.
You hold my heart at your fingertips.
It’s too late to beg you to kill me,
For you show no such mercy…
You leave me in the space between
The dreamers and the dream.

Yet you must let me die,
Or speak truth through your lie.
Let your name be my final word,
But it shall go unheard.
I speak to the depths of the silence
Between your deeds, and your presence.
By that lie you vow, and proclaim
One last time, I speak your name,
And this my vow, so it would seem
Is to lie with the dreamers of the dream.

© 2022 Marten Hoyle