Esperé

En cuanto hablé, la noche se perdió.

Y yo esperé la mañana.

Pero, la luz nunca volvía.

Y poca luz llegó, pero no hay luz, pero la luz, podía llenar el vacío que ha dejado la noche.

En cuanto hablé, te perdiás.

Y así como la luz, tu nunca volviás.

Pero no hay corazón, pero tu corazón, podía llenar el vacío dejado en la mía.

Light was coming down that hallway. Dimly, emptying-out into nothing.

And it was a sisyphean feat; I knew I'd come crumbling.

And I held your lungs within my hands.

I crushed them. Softly.

The words you spoke were once so kind.

Like moonlight, on the river's edge. Silent.

Button-tongued, and blurry.

We had a lot of excuses. Dimly, emptying-out into nothing.

And Koda and his guns will have been right.

And when I come to the grey birch gulley, I'll be sure to run.
Scrap the car, and run.

To see that you're happy, knowing I'm not.
Knowing you could bring me closer to it.
But I'd never be there.

A sphere of blackened glass.

And there I was, so happy to adore you.

The Letter

Today, the letter came, to tell my father.
The letter told me, there is still no good in that family.

He fell far.

Mildew

Such increments reduce the creatures to ash.
Brings men to their knees, their sight and fate adjacent.
Posts memories within the walls of a mind, grief-struck and crumbling.

Still, they reap the blight-stricken fields of a guilty morrow,
merely to find the fatal blow is oft dealt by an unknowing hand.