Kit Kelen #681 - to watch over me

681

to watch over me

when I take off my head

hang out my heart

can you hear me?

I am attached by a fridge magnet

all the years death has done without me

(the years to death are with us here)

I don't doubt there's maths to it

I will be so sad not to be

(must get the pathetic said now

makes no less sense than)

day sets and clouds rise over it

faith is what kept us all this while

I do not wish to give false hope

strange intricacy of the filling frame

I am touched to say

we of the mirror are met

so eyes cast till we go

I am drilling a hole through the page

it is otherworldly of me

to look at the sky without questions

it's not worth being here

so much convenience - a story

each of us being gone, an instance

myself, I was left because I wouldn't lie

that was the end of silence even

silence is enough

here apart

make no sense, can't argue

all of a muttering tangle our home

so much of life beyond ourselves

then how far death is deep in all

passion to passion is touch

will it true to be together?

love is always a beginning

otherwise we're gone