Poetry

[Brittany]

This limbo is killing me, man.
Seeing your face through gossamer strands,
you can look but never touch,
and see but never understand.

I'm tired of probing the veil.
I want to slice it open
and spill the truth hot at my feet,
then claw through the wound
and feel the breath of the void
turning my heart to molten iron.
I want to rend this cardboard maze,
set it ablaze like the stars in your eyes.

You can't know how bad I miss your voice,
the crackle of flames and dead leaves,
and the raging river and the wind through the trees.
There is no song like yours here.
Colors explode in front of my eyes,
everything becomes alive,
and it's still grey and dead
next to the river of your being.
Next to the symphony in my head.

Separation is horrible,
but half-separation is worse.
You are my greatest gift
and my most wretched curse.
Oh, come back to me.
My life is so short to you,
but here it's interminable.
My eyes are dust.
Restore my sight to all that once was.