So here I am, I've reached

So here I am, I’ve reached

That place where I forget

The date, the time of day

Just how the sun had set

How much it meant, but now

There’s nothing I can do

I’m starting to forget

My thoughts no longer new

Part of me still living

Part of me still living

But some branches have died

Look, here’s a little green

Alive on this one side

Let’s saw the dead wood off

Dashed hopes, old dreams, lost love

Let me be green again

Leaves sprouting up above

How can these words be heard

How can these words be heard

Above the loudest noises

Will they ever echo

With their quiet voices

Like being lost at sea

Never leaving footprints

Or were they meant to be

Only for this instance

The nurse said to hold you

The nurse said to hold you

But in my arms not down

You died and the next day

The fog lay on the ground

My love never died, still

I miss your company

It’s hard to look at Life

In the absence of we

There is no glory here

There is no glory here

Something far simpler found

Call it contentment which

There is no joyous sound

Maybe a single thread

In a much larger cloth

Not the butterfly but

Perhaps I am the moth

And two crimson hearts in

And two crimson hearts in
Speechless conversations
See a lonely moon climb
Amongst constellations

There's a nocturne hummed by
Cicada with fireflies
Painting a summer night
Beneath this lone moon rise

Again the fading light

Again the fading light
Another day over
Into the abyss like
A discarded clover

Stars like idle snowflakes
Caught in a static squall
Yet they can't be swept up
And almost never fall