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Waiting

A chain of pains,
lashing out all across your body
in a horizontal way,

Making me cry
’cause there was nothing
I could do.
I can hear you.

Helplessness
at it’s finest.
I cannot control others,
even with my special
manipulator tools
and my twisty words.
I know.

So wading in the leftovers,
my feet seep into the darker
tar.
So I’ll just wait outside
and smoke.
I’ll just wait for you.

I guess I can only imagine
the invisible shards
making their way through your body.
Or your soul, stretched out like a big warm blanket…
Holes just appearing through the
fleece of your heart and head.

I’d like to wrap you around me and
find a dry place to sleep.
I don’t need a pillow,
you’re all the comfort I need.

In sleep, I’d dream of you, too.
And how you used to be.
That’s how I’ll remember you,
if you never come out alive.

I wish that if it was time for you to go,
you’d find a way to say goodbye.

I can feel you move through me,
so that feeling is gone,
that can be the way we say goodbye.

I’ll meet you in a star.

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