The Escape to Sea

She said, “goodbye.”
“Kyle,”
She said, “farewell,”
As she threw the rock
That flew from the hands
Of the person with
The short water bottle.

Throwing a rock out
Into the open ocean floor
I am the rock
That flew from the hands
Of the person with
The short water bottle.

How I wished I stood
In those clutched fingers
Forever

She held it tight,
That monster of hers,
The one she caressed
So lovingly.
It wasn’t real,
Not even distinct,
That loud, little monster
Of hers.

I watched her,
Holding that creature
Tightly in her arms.
Her crying expression,
The loneliness that spewed
From the depths
Of her eyes

That pooled with
The glistening sparkle
Of loneliness

I reached my hand out
And touched her back;
She looked at me
With those
Lonely eyes

I wanted to make
That sparkle
Mean something different
I wanted to be
Something different;
Something different
Just for her

The days flew by
Her lonely eyes
Continued to sparkle
Why, I asked,
Why would they
Sparkle like that?

The restriction,
Her wants
Her needs
Her everything
I wanted to be

Those glistening eyes
Sparked one day
Into a red rage
Then
Flushed into blue
When she met mine.

Her eyes,
Those glistening eyes
Came back to me
Only me

I feared,
Those eyes would
Only drain tears
If it was only me
Who’d seen these eyes

I turned away
The want to be
Her wants
Her needs
Her everything

She spoke,
I listened
But I had
To look away
From those eyes
Those lonely eyes

One night,
I couldn’t stop
The pain that ate
The bottom
Of my heart
Like a hungry
Beast

I couldn’t
Continue
The continuous play
Of pretend

I looked at her
Up at those eyes
Her eyes glistened
With a clear
Colored yellow

She smiled,
She laughed,
She gave me
Everything
But the role
Of being the one
To give

She walked off
Into the distance
With an unfamiliar face
And name
She never spoke of

Did she
Say that name before?

I sat on the shore
My heart becoming
An empty shell

She picked me up
And said, “goodbye.”
“Kyle,”
She said, “farewell,”
As she threw the rock
That flew from the hands
Of the person with
The short water bottle.

Throwing a rock out
Into the open ocean floor
I am the rock
That flew from the hands
Of the person with
The short water bottle.

A Walk Through The Years

I used to walk through the halls
Staring at my feet.
Left, Right, Left, Right, Left, Right, Left.
The repetition
Made me feel safe from my fears.

After one year passed,
My eyes began to look up.
I looked straight ahead,
Confident of direction,
Unmistakened
In the turns I’d make.

Another year passed.
My eyes wandered everywhere,
Curious of them;
The people I’d pass everyday.
My head would turn from
Side to side, Watching like a child.

One last year has passed;
My eyes only looked foreward.
It’s a lie, these eyes,
They’ve seen everything.
Nothing to look for, Nothing to see;

The last time I’d try
To look for someone
Like he.