Anticipation

And so it begins, the inevitable yearning
My heart swells within me as if to burst through the flesh
Break free, fling itself across the miles and through the hours
Reconcile with its one true home and nestle there for always
Cradled in delicate spanish moss, lacy and mysterious
Measured by cobblestone streets, structured and guiding
Haunted with love by stone angels, washed with tears and rain
Nurtured by strangers and lovers alike, embraced with equal regard
This devotion, tempered to save my sanity
A time bomb, set to explode when allowed
The emotions take over and thoughts give way
Leaving me with tear-blurred vision and aching skin

Strange Sentimentality

I almost desire to return to that moment of confused silence
The absence of sound, the absence of color
Shocked and left wondering what to do
False peace among the chaos
Too lost to start anew, still unable to reestablish bearings
All that’s left is to gaze at the destruction
Take mental and emotional inventory of all that is wrong
Hyperfocus on the most minute details over and over again
Lines and space and darkness
Severed connections and hollow audio
Familiars made strange and alien
Stillness, fragile and raw
I wish to immerse myself in it yet again
So that I can build it up once more
Experience and endure such loss and pain
So that I can enjoy such pleasure all the more