It Came From Outer Space…

This was written in mid 2005 about a relationship with a friend that was on the skids. She and I were not talking because of some things that I will not get in to and she called, and this came out of my head after the conversation.

To say or not to say
To breath or hold
That
break
in time
between the speech
and the a n s w e r
do I say? scream? break?
do I cry?
do I ask why?
Breath. Breath.
Close your eyes.
Please say something.
Speak.
You have to.
Silence.
Silence is worse.
Silence means displeasure.
Silence means it’s over.
You have to take that second step.
She took the first.

It’s over…
…that hanging over the precipice feeling
hung out to d r y
pendulum caught upswing
h e l d o n t o o l o n g
the journey itself still…
…waits
path mapping as we go
but now–
now the task is clear
downward swing approaches
we can begin

Deep down inside it was a given,
Journeys that have criss-crossed so many times,
Cannot be negated by one
complete
and utter
f*ck up?
sometimes however a path,
should be cut and broken,
bale-fired and laid to rest,
knowing which is which
that is the true test.

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