My Dead Language

I thought I could take it slow

I thought I could take it slow

I thought I could let you go

Just let you slip away

Back to the land of the living

But here we go again

Whole and Unyielding

Moving through the day

But still and barely breathing

Not for lack of trying

Not at all for lack of wanting

It’s been all too true to the dawn and the night.

This life that is haunting

A me that doesn’t quite know

A you that doesn’t quite belong

Half a person fighting a battle for two.

There is only so much left to say.

It is all and everything between us

But somehow still not enough

And so, we fade

Soon we will altogether disappear

Beyond the shadow

Above the shade

So far yet so near.

-JBW

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