The bats are free of the belfry;
The crushing weight is gone now,
Only the emptiness remains.
The roads we cannot avoid
Become the ones we walk alone.
Each step takes you farther and farther from your home,
Then one day
You no longer recognize
the face in the mirror.
Each year cuts off another slice,
You don’t see them go
You feel their absence when they’re gone,
Coldness grows within becoming the hard clarity
Denying the vision of the minds eye,
Left with only the bitterness
Chases the bile down the throat.
Some meetings carve their mark
So deep
Inside
That
No length of days
Dull the feeling
Left behind.
Would haves,
Should haves,
And could haves
Decorate the walls of those memories,
Moving paintings telling stories that never were.
So much lies beneath the surface
