I want for forgetting, for it to come to me by going away.
My longing for forever long gone in its never endingness.
From color in my lovers cheeks as I roused her needs.
No going from here as my feelings always follow along.
A traveler locked in a moment of time and of this place.
My feet still move but no longer dance to the tones.
Hands still reach yet only into the dark when I am weak.
Knowing the nothing of what I had being the past life.
Time ticks and never leaves and nothing of new comes.
Reason, I have tried to plead with persistence for that.
Empathy for emptiness I only taunt myself for such things.
I tell the tale of a new day but in between I lose my grip.
Revolving the pie sections of want, loss, and need come.
Breaths of air escape me and bring back the stale story.
To flavor of forgiveness I may never once taste that now.
I want for finality and familiarity of a moment under glass.
Watching from outside I see the model of my wrongs.
Torn and turning I spin and seem to go always back.
Never needed, or at least never long enough to give in.
There are those who move past, I stay in revolution.
That being my only, my only, my only, revaluation.
© Jeph Rants
heartwrenching...
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