I awoke to the familiar sight:
A glow discarded;
forever absent.
Unlike most
that inhabit a spinning globe eternal,
what orbits instead is the motionless monochrome,
swarming about as locusts upon the frail.
I rose up with both shoes on the wrong foot;
a daily routine of mounting fatigue
while waiting for a guiding call.
Yet stood in a dull morning’s bright,
I feel no rays
in the loudness of an empty chair.
Coffee grounds,
recycled smiles;
twig limbs to a blaze losing its hunger.
I know it’s far,
far from enough.
Barely held to a thread
that another hand once shared,
until all at once I felt a fabric tighten
in your silent escape to nothing.
What I’d give
just to follow.
What I’d give
just to know.
If I fall slightly deeper,
I might just see your fading glow.
Should I stumble around the rocks at the bottom,
I might just manage to dig you out.
Rather fail to see a sunrise
to avoid the familiar sight:
My corpse of a life trudged into the light
that has become ever so bleak
in your resonating absence.
~
❤ Mitch