Five More To Parisi

I wish you had told me that you were about to commit suicide

 

These are the disclaimers of death

That we should have listened to

Before you took your last breath

 

Every time I leaned in closer to you

And would whisper words into your ear

The ear that I would nibble upon

Whisper words which would hide my profound love for you

But you knew what I meant, when I said every word

Except for the one word

But you knew that I was in love with you

Because I did everything for you

I crossed rivers and climbed mountains for you

I halted the world and put down my bible for you

 

I was a witness to your running

You tried desperately to depart

You would fiercely make every attempt

To hide the truth and seek an escape

But you would let me in

Your hollow eyes seemed so lost over the years

Kept secrets from everyone with your weeping tears

 

Everyone thought we were so innocent

No one knew the truth of the despair

How much pain we were in

Or the magnitude of our wrenched hearts

As we longed for each other

And each generator of our creations ignored

Despite us having our finest Sunday sword

 

I still yearn for you

A thousand times each twilight

And yet still I refuse love

Even when it is so real

Right there in front of me

Echoes of your haunting last plea

 

I am hopeless with stories of you

When you’d wake up in my arms

Crying in fear of abandonment

Even though the greatest love

Was in front of you

You were ready to ignore another suffering day

Putting treasured ink and voice foremost

Compositions of an unusual ghost

 

Our hearts were so caliginous

Enemies of each other

Conquering the very life which kept us alive

So near in distance

Impervious emotions

Separated by boundless oceans

 

You did it before I could even hit the ground

My door was always ajar

And now you have gone too far

 

So, I wander and walk upon this earth

Lost and broken without you

Blood flows in my veins

Until the day I join you

That day is not today

Five More To Parisi

 

© 2013 David Greg Harth

13.10.07.01:59:12@130BklynNYC

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