I imagine love
torn asunder
sweet remind of an intimacy
turned compassion
evolves then into time
spent
in wonderment.
She does hold my promise
such that sweet reckoning
will guide us
until one, serendipitous
will hold promise
our lives as one
inside a universal trial
where bold horizons
will wait
while the scheme
remains a shadow
©️ Scott F Savage 2019
I stood outside tonight
rather than feel the warmth
I wanted to understand
pain isn’t meant to endure
imagines ironic immediacy
when shelter
is found to be a privilege
being the exterior
becomes a patterned pariah.
This gift of all my years
a sudden turn towards
misfortune.
I felt it tonight when I sat in
my chair,
the shards of wrapping paper
bundled
a smidgeon of leftover fancies
chocolates and fudge.
Suppose is a surreal solemnity
in the passing
a day when celebratory obligation
filled the hours.
Certain silence fills my twilight
finding peace.
Living in the shadow still, I love you now
where self defeat find no support beyond.
I wonder sometimes
when I know
you’re out there
if we both run
parallel lives
crossing paths
with a society
not our own
a questionable lie
deep within our soul
yet mechanical
we believe
plan forward
sweet is the irony
beauty I love
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We stood inside the quiet reality – sunlight would glisten tearful eyes when time began its journey.
Or dreams turned to nightmare
this reality of our lives
a silent reckoning ahead.
quiet satisfaction, alarms would
remain beyond a moment
passionate affection
always trying common crying.
saying good byes
hearts breaking
another day we might reach
hers is a delight in cryptic tones.
© Scott F Savage 2019
Difficulty
in answer
a schism thought
less responsive toward
quiet departure.
Yet remains
a silent revenue
of impassioned truth
such is a denial
I may never accept.
Would that
I might sweet suggest
a thoughtful recall
when smiles and eyes
could real remind.
All this pain
the result of me.
Do you know I fell in love with you?
Now I am afraid to write that truth.
You have my world now, every word
I produce is in your own possession.
I can no longer think without tears.
Days are spent only trying nothing.
I only say my love for you is always.
©️ Scott F Savage 2019
I just wish I knew how to determine where the end might be,
rather than a constant memory that emptiness, that woe is me.
I wonder sometimes about the truth of the human condition
a friend of mine who speaks of not having any depression.
I stood on a bridge when I was twenty three years old
without falling off as my roommate I had not even told.
She would have been terribly upset I said to myself,
I left a load of dishes dirty in a stainless steel sink.
I remember looking at the ice, determining open water
a snow had layered the city, a midnight feathered blanket.
Off the ground only on a rail, hands clinging a light post
no one walked by in the dead of a winter storm so soft
I wouldn’t let go – I’ve never been confident in the concept.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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