for L.Y.

for L.Y.

by N3ko 

chased
from gray yesterday's throb of compelled error:
start on the back-beat
and prophesy of tomorrow's sheen, dread
moonlight - burning down
on our sundering:
the straits, and sometimes the mountains
meander

blackly
under pouting skies, withering
all sense of forgiveness, fading -
your masked words, betraying
our listless vision
of the chiming hour; none
but your damned distance
would burn me thus, and press
to make rose-thorn tears heal
this heart stitched with regret:
mine, still
waiting
for the blooming dawn -

that which never came:
left behind
only for a moment - i was
hiding in the corner
of the turning, from May rain
to July farewells, forgotten
as you strode off, ample shadow
quivering slightly, the fixed melody
of your life: focused, denying,
ignoring my interlude -
went on

© N3ko 2008

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N3ko is born and bred Ipohite, rarely logically coherent, terminally sceptical, usually found reading something, often found in a state of hunger or starvation.