A false step
A false step
and nothing is the same.
no space is illuminated,
no one keep me on my toes,
the hand that gives me warmth
has changed all too soon.
all those misty evenings
no matter how uplifting
never brings music across airwaves.
the ignited mind,
will no longer strike out on
radical new wave paths
that will change the tenor of life.
the bare truth is that
no one plays in the mind’s eye.
the face is unmasked,
reserve no special place in heart.
no one will care for a minute
how saddened I am,
no one will be there
when the moments come.
A psychological melodrama where the introspective ruminations appear to take on almost visceral characteristics.