Whatever we knew
In the life before this one
Wasn’t enough to keep us apart.
I always come back
To the night, and the stars,
And the darkness at the bottom of a drink.
Feeling the liquid,
Smooth, soft, kind
The only sensation I have left.
My thoughts come to me
In ragged, sharp gasps
My last breath in this cold and empty life.
Whatever lessons we learned
In the times before now
Weren’t enough to stop us this time.
Slow, nervous movement
Deliberate, but uncontrolled
Taken by my shaking hands.
Reflections
In the bottom of a glass
My life from a thousand viewpoints.
The shivering starts,
Cold sets in slowly
Wrapping my bones in hard stone.
Whatever we thought we knew
Before this moment
Is forgotten in a single movement.
Colors of red and green,
Like blood and trees
Fade to gray, like clouds and stone.
No movement now
Just silence and stillness
A thousand years for a single breath.
Only one thought
To fill the glass
The pleasant feeling of emptiness.
Whatever we know right now
Will be forgotten
When the glass, and ourselves, are empty.
