Time –
Common points
of breath and light.
There’s you –
Lost in thoughts of hidden nights.
And me –
Recharting courses we had known,
but those trails have all gone cold.
Our maps, they betray.
Our stars all dissipating.
Leaving us – directionless –
together, yet alone.
Left
to interpret
faithless instruments.
A wild needle sweeps
a faceless compass.
Again attempt
fastening this line,
to find the bitter end untied.
Triangulating
while vainly waiting on
departed hearts
leading parted souls.
Dead reckoning.
All points lost.
Dead reckoning.
Days gone and forgotten.
Search for me
or let me find you.
Please search for me
or let me find you.
Dead reckoning.
All points lost.
Dead reckoning.
Days gone and forgotten.
Weeks gone and forgotten.
Years gone and forgotten.
© 2018.