then i’ll head out to horizon lines, get some clarity ocean-side.

we stood upon the battlefield with our fingers not quite touching, “will you remember me forever?” I asked, but you told me then that you couldn’t make promises and i remembered, though i somehow made myself believe that this was different, the cracked edges of my dreams still look broken in the light. though i’m small, the twisted bridges that we built couldn’t span the spaces in my heart, and like waves on these beaches i spread myself thin, recede and try again because i want to believe in something more than me, more than wars waged a hundred times over and lessons never learned. i’ve scrubbed my skin raw more times than i can count, but i’m washing myself raw with dirty water. my hand could flip this switch a hundred times but never once shed light on who i am.

can we bind these broken wounds?

my hands are small and shaking with the darkness i possess, i need your hands to stabilize me but your arms can’t quite reach. though your face is right in front of mine your soul is far away and i can’t reach and i can’t reach and i can’t bare my heart when all that covers me is fear.

can we burn away these broken pieces? i’m afraid of fire but i’d gladly face that terror if it would bring you home. though i’m a prisoner in this mask i still believe in freedom, believe that sunlight may yet spark the things we seek and call them out by name, names i can’t remember but things i can’t forget and i am hidden but i want only to be known, this tattered soul wants nothing but a flag to raise, in these troubled times

will you be the hand i hold or will your fingers slip away? your voice calls out just far enough away to be a mockery and i’m afraid to cross the miles to span this distance between you and i but i know that when i find you i’ll be home.

my crippled legs can’t walk but i would gladly dance for you, gladly pull these pieces together and hold your broken heart in both my calloused palms.

are we broken just enough to become whole together, can we bind these broken wounds and make something to remember?

i won’t ask you again to remember me forever just to hold my hand this once, find something true in all this darkness and cling to it like something golden, light beyond this shrouded scene enfolding in our eyes and truth be told there’s nothing better than the reflection in your mind and the moment that i see myself inside.

can we simply dance like children while this battle wages on?

can we bind these broken wounds and call the innocent back home?

is there something worth believing in, some destination untarnished by what we have done and who we have become? though all else disappoints me and a beggar i’ve become

i still believe in futures, still believe you’ll reappear,

that i’ll bind your broken wounds and i’ll watch you come back home.