Love and Gravity

These words

were the guywires

that ceased to hold me.

This was the first

and the last.

The alpha

and the omega

for all of me.

I couldn’t consent

another recollection.

These were my burning days.

Late summer

humid nights

that didn’t yet hint

at a cool reprieve.

Solemn songs

sung under streetlights.

Praying for rain,

and when it came,

it was either

too much

or too little.

A metric for my solitude.

Never spent a minute in regret.

Time is too precious a thing

to let

crimes of the past

intrude upon crimes

of the present.

Whisper of a stolen moment

only serves to wink out,

like stars as they die.

Blissfully unaware

of my nightmares

and my neurosis.

I am a tower

standing free in the breeze.

It’s only a matter of time

before I topple down

When I fall,

I hope I’m clear

of all those beneath me.

But until then,

I will stand.

No more ties.

Just the dead past

and the inconsolable present.

The future,

well,

that’s never really been worth

worrying about.

Time is a subtle force,

like love

and gravity.

-DJR-