Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Unsent Letters, #999
The truth is I can't
I haven't got words
I can't fly back in time
I can't convince you that I would, just to erase this, if I could.
I can't let you in to see why I can't,
Because I can't make our t's cross or our eyes meet.
I can't because life is big, and it'll take us both down. It's taken me down in 7 days.
I can't because I can't unfold your hand and take the burning coal out.
I can't because there's no way in, and I can't because that's just not how things work.
And if I could I wouldn't, because that's not how things should work.
So still in my funeral attire, still in ragged breaths of loss, still I wait. And I hope.
And I know that I can't.
And you can.