
I imagine you, even in your ghostly state hidden from my view
Trying to catch my falling tears in your palm as time pitters onward
And I burn away like a candle in my lone silence
Still struggling as to why I can’t answer many unknowable things
That plague me with questions whenever my scars bleed from my memories
That I’ll never let go of, despite all the pain to preserve them
Not a day passes that doesn’t humble me further from my older self
Not a day passes I don’t hurt still from you missing from my life
Not a night has the sobering cold left me alone
Not a night that I don’t secretly fear the next day to come
Oh, time- time has become a cruel warden for me
Most notable in ever spent second, lost minute, and passed hour alike
Did you catch those in your palms child that just fell away as I stared out a dark window?
When will the Father let me know the answers… to my heartfelt questions?
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