Contact Lost

A moment of truth

A sticky patience

My thoughts eternal on my lover

Mind rays like radio waves

Pulsing us into each other

Lip sinking, a sign language of hope and despair

It laces the air in equal measures

Unspoken, words cut down

By some verbal grim reaper, a silence keeper

Broken promises writhing on the floor

Like severed worms, flipping and tossing

As the final moments of a restless sleeper

Whose mind fabric parts at the seams

Under the fury of terrible memories and broken dreams

The guilt reaper and his wicked scythe

Covers us like sand and silence with his bellowing cloak

Our last connection has fallen to his final stroke

Sleepless, we lie alone, haunting our rooms

Our muscles limp, locked up in a rigour

Like a heart relieved of its final vigour

We spoke briefly, a moment of truth

A momentary truth

Our words were light and breezy

We lie secure in our convictions, but knowing

Like knowing gravity, that we had given up too easy