how long do you look for the lost

it was like trying to save an ice cube from a flood. and i was swimming, swinging arms and fighting to keep my eyes above the current but i couldn’t and when i looked up it was gone. so i made a boat out of dried flowers and wrinkled letters, stretched out smiles and that strip of balsa wood you gave me. and i reached out my tired hand and tried to sweep you up into a cup i’d made from spider webs and orange leaves and skin. but you insisted on floating along on your own. 

and so i kept on rowing and you just drifted away. and there’s just no way of knowing where you’ve been melting all these days. but i hope it’s sunny there. i hope the weather’s fair. and in case you ever wonder what you’ve missed or miss the way we wandered through our lips, you should know i’m traveling on and there’s something pure about this. 

i’ve left a trail of shedding days in case you ever choose to follow.

~ by youngskeletons on July 21, 2008.