To Irene

Irene, step closer, don’t walk away from my words
Let me look at your thin veiled crying eyes
The spasms of your sadness, from inherited loss
Will go by, I promise, just bear it for a while
You’ll rise, like flowers in a graveyard
And whisper under your breath, with the dead
I’ll try to throw a word of caution in your way
There’s no use in writing , for people who forget
And there’s no use in singing, for the dying or the dead
In your desperate crusade against your self
You’ll know, no matter how much we try sometimes
We can’t explain our love, in about 20 or so lines
As for the ghosts of loneliness that howls in your skin
And your desperate movements, screaming to be seen
I stand by and capture the moments you’re in
But it pains my heart, Irene
To see you grieve the loss of meaning
As the magnetic tears, clings onto your face
I wish I could tell you, to dream a little dream
I wish I could tell you to scream into a vacuum no one sees
But it’s all a vacuous joke and a deliberate scheme
And no one’s ever around to fix you from feeling like this
Irene, step closer, don’t walk away from my words
I’m shivering with concern, your absence is a code I cannot discern
You’ve been told metaphors, around and around
With worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn
Between staying and leaving
But you can’t go back home
I can tell that you have been thinking
About running away and starting anew
Your thoughts shaping up into beliefs within
And you turn around to see, no one’s running with you
Irene,
I belong to no one
And no one belongs to me
That’s just the way it is
I have nowhere to return to
And nowhere to be
I’d plant your sorrow within me
And set you free
From shackles that enslave your senses
Your sorrow will grow stems through my bones
And I will hold you, in my heart till it turns to stone
I’d forever write to you, if I could
But soon my words, not too far apart
Will cough up a static whine, can’t help, but be misunderstood