Nobody's Listening ...

she lingers on my tongue like
the taste of words i forgot to say
before she was out of earshot.

drifting away,
aimlessly wandering behind my
lying eyes;
i'm pretty sure she can hear
the void
and can see her echo
in the chasm.

silent like the beating of a thousand wings
that cut through the moonlight.

she left with the tide,
bringing to bear the prophecy as told
by the gypsy woman on the shore
who refused to let me pass without
placing my palm in the tattered mess of
skin and scars she called hers.
she knew.

i knew, too.

[i forget yesterdays and
remember tomorrows where
i plan on having already been,
fresh with the knowledge that
you've already gone
while i've yet to come.]

now she lives only in that space
between nightmares and dreams;
only where i choose to dance
with her in my arms,
and count the stars in her stares.
last night i held her hand.

she sang.

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somewhere between dreams and nightmares,
now you know where i hide.

"i feel safe in the darkness..."