Meteorites

Meteorites


How soft I must seem

when you mistake my off white skin

for a bruised canvas

reflecting misguided passions

from a place I can not remember



I will not wear this skin

the way your mind sees it



Maybe I seem cold

when I casually speak of death

or disregard tears

falling quietly on shoulders

that bare lonely hearts and forgetful years



I never mistook death

for a reason not to live



Words turn to lyrics

when music replaces a lone thought

and makes melodies

of sincere accidental progressions

or your calculated decrescendo



I dreamed you back to me

and the choir sang our song



The obvious pattern breaking with your heart

as you attached yourself to a dying sun

falling from a sky so far away



We are the only witness