Have you ever looked in the eye of your peer from a time
And seen pity?
It's the gaze of the heart that breaks in me
Anger, seldom shown, but when out, full blown
is often a fire that keeps me from getting chilly
And I'm mad
Furious that when I'm with old compatriots
Suddenly all I have to give is sad
Sad we don't speak
Sad at what you've seen
Sad at the unfamiliar face looking back at me
When I said I love you I meant it
Unfortunately when you said it
You meant it for minutes
I'm fractured, but whole
You seem whole but fractured
And I can't tell if I'm more alarmed at my alarm
Or at your lack of one ever after
It's the chapter
Turn for me that ought to bring the laughter
Of pages
Rippling like time through human beings as their days end
But when we're together
I don't smell warm parchment and old leather
I don't smell books
The air is stale and empty
Whatever sweet scents and spices that were in me
Have long been took
Ever the harbinger of death
The empath and the poet
If you don't go insane you're a predictor of much
But it's always impossible to know it
So practical are your approaches
So proud I am of your individual morning routines and lack of roaches
Do you not mourn the passing of youth?
The death of a country?
The loneliness we grew?
Do you not mourn the control of your life?
Staying up late at night
Feeling cold even in the morning light
Is it just me
That doesn't feel alright?
Believe it or not
I can see that you view me as other
It's been the hardest thing to discover
But I hope you know that I don't resent you
I just miss you
And I wish it wasn't so obvious that you no longer saw me
When I was last with you