THE NEXT REINCARNATION

IF. that you may hear me
and my feelings
morphed into scribbling
dying, weak words
as the fading light behind
evening clouds.

The necklace, called love
around our suffocating
necks as blue grapes.

And today i watched a
blue jay from across
a lifetime fly away.

Like wishes, memories
and lies; they are equally
yours and mine.

Like watching paint dry
upon a damp wall.
We both too blame for this
cruel sport called Love.

And so many intimately
who knew our dance;
left after the music

Stops.

And now i wish to wish
a restart but not within
this skin or life.

The next reincarnation.

:: 12-28-2017 ::