Journey of Forgotten Flesh

Phase One
The wisps of your voice
still hang in the air,
heavy and brutal,
like a fortress of floating stone.
You left in a storm and left me alone
to nurse myself back to health
amongst the shattered earth
and slices of forgotten flesh.
Your eyes,
still burning their fury
throughout my mind,
have singed their black marks
onto my memories.
Sweet, yes they are,
but you make them
bitter and distasteful.

Phase Two
Where you are now
does not matter to me,
for I have forgotten it all.
Nothing means anything anymore.
If it has to do with you
I’m elated to
forget-forget-forget.
You can’t bring any of what we had back,
because we had nothing;
never anything to start from
or build on
or even finish.
When it ended between us
I felt nothing,
I was nothing,
I had nothing left.
You took it all away from me.

Phase Three
I think of you
every now and then
and wonder where we went wrong.
Was it the space and the silence
between two heartbeats of
different songs?
Then it was never meant to be.
But… there was something there
that beckons to me
every once in a while,
because I have never forgotten.
Whatever it is,
it’s residue is elusive and therefore
still remains hidden in my heart.
A whispered secret, a joke
of the Gods.

Phase Four
Perhaps I was fooling myself
that I could continue to ignore
how much you meant to me.
For a while I pretended
that I was over you,
but the fact that you
remain a constant in my mind
is a guide to the reality
that you are an everlasting factor
in my conscious.
Diamond hard and permanent.

Phase Five
You’ve changed to me.
Once a distant memory,
the dance in my stomach
I used to feel in your presence
has departed.
You disappeared,
like a shadow of something I never saw,
yet I have not forgotten your face
and your mesmerizing eyes.
The love and longing I once pained
have been eased;
now I smile because I’m finally healed;
my earths jagged cuts have been repaired.
Yet, what you were,
what you will be,
and what you are,
will not be forgotten.