Little Ram

Parallel is a state of being

Simple, yet not quiet seeming

Opaque, when the paths start weaving

A circle that craves completing

The ethereal, so commonplace

In the echoing of our mistakes

The pain, is what we can't erase

We just wait and see what time it takes

We held on so long

Took all the right steps

But in the end the dance went wrong

Yet with paradise in view

What I let come between me and you

And I didn't know

Or you claimed not to remember

What in the end kept us

From being together

I cannot find the ways between

The reality of what I've seen

From what we mean to what we say
The frail ways that thought meets touch

When I try to clutch.
The smoke wisps as they fall away

Can't hold on today,
The burning embers just hurt too much

And I see your story unfolding

Amidst the blinking cursors on the screen

I blink the rainfall from upon my face

The weather reminds me of my place

As the droplets run down the window pane

My vision blurs but I see again

Our awkward dance, hand in hand

Each growing and trying to understand

Our place in life, our place together

Our part in always, our fate in never

I still love you, as I nod and smile

Congratulate your newborn child

Your happy marriage and story book life

You have your husband, you are a wife

And I've this cup of coffee and aching fingers

As I write the the epilogue where memories linger

The cigarette burns as the ashes fall

So brief the moment, that decides it all

But the coffee's cold and my eyes are sore

So may I rest and think on this no more

Evening

On an old wooden bench, surrounded by woods

The night sky our only peers

We'd discuss the universe, and Hell, and Heaven

Philosophy beyond our years

We never touched that place we spoke of

A distant longing we both knew

So eloquent in our discourse of love

So afraid to see it through

Meandering, our courses taken

Where the wind or fancy flew

But together something did awaken

Spectres we both knew were true

We tread the realms of ghosts and magic

Myth and legend, souls entwined

Such missed chances, almost tragic

Everything comes and goes in time

I return sometimes, hear crickets chirping

Amidst these trees that formed my youth

And all our questions left interpreting

Inside we both held the truth