The aftermath

I said : Help me to love me
You said : Help me to love me

Each of us mistaking the other for another “me”.

All this time looking through the window,
only to find out it was a mirror.

That cigarette made my tongue thick.
And there I am, watching my feelings
As they unfold.

I’m an atom.
a neuron,
firing bolts of feelings
and thoughts
and random acts of kindness
into the system.

Trying to make this journey better
Make it more my way.

I’m walking the walk
Hanging onto a hangman’s rope.

I’m looking for your soul
Searching for a longing
without a destination, feeling the air
for a scent,
of you.

I am tired.
Tired of thinking of you.
So I’m passing on you,
So that I can walk the walk
With in my hand no more rope
but a stick.