wp-1459456166534.jpgYou don’t know me
All the shapes and shadows
Coalescing to fill me in
Nothing but dust and smoke
Along for the ride
From Texas to Maine
And the spaces in between
But the radio’s always on
The silence deafening
In the midst of such sound
An overwhelming feeling
This loss of perspective
Fading with the miles
These starts and stops
Indicative of a chaos
That can’t help but rise
From the ashes of lust
As we stir the dust
Wishing for a reprieve
Or a type of prescience
Usually reserved for saints
But the silence stretches
No words to fill it in
No shapes to make it whole
Until I finally realize
That you don’t care
And this knowledge heals
As it also burns white hot
Searing my soul from inside
Cleansing this dead thing
That you never knew
Bringing a sort of clarity
While I look in the rear view
Expecting to see you
But you’re already gone
Lost amidst the shadows
Of what I thought I knew.


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