Keep my
Lips from sealing this sorrow
Ever fresh the tears pooling at the
Borders of my soul
A fleeting smile rushes from me
Elusive like the lies I tell
And ever endlessness waits for me
In the shadows
In the crevice of my gaze
It is not for you or for me or for
A togetherness or apartness
It is not for hopes and fears
It is altogether itself
A sorrow all to its own
An ache seared insatiably
Into me
At the core
Hush keep low the burn
A fugue of apathy
To lull me into a soothing stupor
A falsehood to dress me
Appropriately
Dimples and wrinkles at the corners
Of our eyes
And underneath the surface
Waves of ice forsaken to itself
in a crowd of drops rushing unsparing of moments
Of glances of notice
It is a glimpse
Torn away
It is a breath crushed between smiling teeth
Choked of hope and laid to rest
It is a hollow echoing