Keep-Kept Memory

Pencil lead write me no lies—
hand grip and sweaty palms lay astray.
Bring me to the surface where the sun never sets
and the moon always beams.
Where the breeze is neither warm nor cold—
where things are and never were.
Memories grip on the rim of his cliffs,
my breath is dangling—
do I hold it or set it free.

I wander through this realm—
people blur and yet I see your face on theirs.
Is this you coming back for me
or is this you whispering good-bye.
Is this you showing who takes your side—
one that I molded for myself.
Is that why my other half has gone missing.
Is that why parts of me echo.

Who’s calling my name. I look, is it you?
Is it you whose feet patter next to mine?
Is it you whose warmth wraps around my waist?
Is it you who whispers I love you.
Is it you whose hands have grasped mine.

Was it not you who said I’d be kept.
Yet when I turn the feet are vacant,
the warmth is a shiver,
the whisper is the wind—
lonesome is a reminder.

Was it not I who let you free—
now it is you,
how did that come to be?

My eyes feel empty and my hand slurs these words—
I can’t let them roll upon the page—
who am I speaking to, my blank page friend only knows.
If my eyes scream will anyone hear—
will you.
When my smile is empty will anyone see me break—
will you.
When I say I love you and keep me—
will you.