Yours no longer

Maybe you will never read these
words. Maybe what I leave in this
jar will rest upon this mountain till
the valleys below no longer house
a soul old enough to have met the
man who wrote these words, but that
doesn’t matter. Resting upon these pages
I’ll leave my love for you anyways,
both so you might someday find it,
and so I may leave it here behind me,
so I may live again.
The days I had with you were unlike
any passings of time I have witnessed
on this earth. For so many of my life,
behind the walls I’ve built around my
heart, I have been alone. In you, with
you, I found such a friend as I had
never known. I was enraptured, consumed
in this bliss that was the turning of
my long solitude to something else, to
something entirely, for solitude is the
sullen presence of nothing, and nothing more,
but in my bliss came blindness, and
as the sun under my nose unnoticed you
slipped away, I did this,
you did that, and there was so much
we didn’t do. so much we didn’t say.
Now those words, those dreams, blow about
scattered by the swirling winds of time,
They no longer lay ready upon our paths
before us. Perhaps though, if a mind is
an ethereal net cast out into the
sea of reality, grasping at truth,
entangled with emotion, perhaps as
this the mind is bound to dead words
and lost dreams, expressions and hopes
who’ve no longer a place to resonate
and walk upon the earth. Words for
times now gone, dreams of hearts now
broken, all sense says such things no
longer belong.
So I am senseless, mad even,
for here in this jar, here on this mountain,
against my broken heart I defy those
swirling winds and ask time to forget
these dreams, to let them rest forever
on this mountain, in this bed of earth
and stone we made. Entropy
de damned, the love we shared will
wait here upon these pages. Without
me, without you, they will wait like
the stones for our hearts to meet
once more
Yours no longer, everywhere
but here