I am lost in the way that you never found me
The clocks that tick, the clack of sand through fingers
And through a drifting void, an ache if you will,
One that glimmers in the light of status updates
And pictures on your wall. Hi, I'm good, how are you?
And then I'm gone, drifting into the void of small talk
And pleasant greetings and one-armed hugs that linger
Longer than platonic, until your face is the archetype of
Lovers and loss alike. Yeah, I'm fine. How's so-and-so?
Drift. And dust. You never call, imagined voicemails echo in the black.
I'm happy at your wedding, you can tell. The cake is good, too sweet.
Passive-aggressive attitudes and spirals in nothingness, you see -
Lost in the forests of Psyche. Have you given him a name yet?
The perfect smile is easy; just tilt, lie and hide your eyes. That's the real trick.
Created: Mar 07, 2014ChrisH Document Media