Balance and Cruelty

[crows]

The path is frozen:
A ribbon of brittle time
Spools from my city,
Into yours; dodges starlight.

I have loved you,
Hated you,
Believe you me. We met
Over a [field] of murder
On the edge of a straight blade.

I wonder every day,
Even now. For what mistake
We are paying.
The reflections in my gazing bowl
Offer me no nepenthe. But...
When my conviction falters,
Yours is still there
To catch it.

[For F.]

Comments

[incommune.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness! I was wondering who possibly took the time to so delightfully look at my work, and blessedly, it isn't a stranger but someone I've missed for a long time.

I saw that you messaged me the other day but I was away from my computer and you were gone when I came back. <3<3<3.

I'll talk to you about this later... I don't have the mental resources to do it now (a lot of shit is going down today as soon as I get to work, and I'm more scared about it than I've been about anything in my whole life).

BTW: [field] is because I wanted to use a different word there but couldn't think of one.

Take care of yourself, my friend. I'm anxious to find out how you've been!