No more empty promises.
Here is my song to you.
Take it in its soul,
And breathe it with the midnight air.
No more emptiness.
We used to trade words between the one and other
As if the sky had never existed to glare down at our troubles.
Our mundane troubles, which envelop the world.
But long have your ears strained,
To hear the words I trade to you
In return for sweet memories of the years before, lost now upon the winds of
For this I seem ungrateful
For your endless kindness and bared-teeth-pleasantries
Which lit up the sky.
I extend my heart, and wring it like a flannel over the riverbed.
My dear friend
Don’t hate or scorn myself
For I take this upon these shoulders on a daily basis.
And the pack wears heavy now.
A song to honour the whispered wind
For you my missed friend
To make up for the days passed
Straining for the sound.
You smile, and the world seems right again.