Following your steps I've worn out my thoughts

forgetting and remembering you, forsaking and finding you,

letting you go and desiring you

and I digress in the mountain of my thoughts

 

Following your steps, I’ve punished my tears;

I look at you and my eyes dilate,

you ignore me, my heart erodes

attempting to give you love’s beauty

 

Following your steps, I have worn out my skin

for the skin for which I went astray; anxious, frenzied

and only have left this silent rebellion of feeling vanquished

 

My shadow reconciled

with my decadent self, till dozing off;

the sea was insensitive to my wishes,

the sun descends my tears and thirst

 

Following your steps,

I’ve remained silent and condemned,

lying in the darkness as an exile

by my own will

 

The life I have is neither night nor day,

in season or out of season,

nor is it stillness or movement,

it only fluctuates between despair

unleashing my sadness

 

What am I to do? I am the author of this absurd story

or the consequence of a misinterpreted footnote

 

I will mend my wounds with language of hope

although sometimes feel nostalgia

and only wait the moment

that the same feeling flows into you

 

Now I understand why the twilight departed in haste;

I was actually looking for you, I cannot find you but remember you

and you became circle of pain shaped as the sky,

yet I want to keep loving you

even though you are an incomplete stroke

on the canvas of oblivion

©Noris Roberts