Like tomorrow, like an old clock <br />You have become semi-reliable. <br />A large ‘maybe’ in my sea of nobodies. <br />You are the island of no return <br />That I return to, again and again. <br /> <br />We sit beside the shore <br />We look onward at tomorrow <br />With only half a heart and no mind, <br />How is it we lose all common sense, <br />our recollection and remembrance? <br /> <br />The seconds we steal, <br />They are abrasive to my heart, <br />The beginning wrinkles <br />In the corners of my eyes, <br />You remind me I’m getting old. <br /> <br />We are in a way, still unfinished, <br />Or maybe the future holds some grand, <br />Unforeseen finale, <br />A extravagant fairytale ending to you and me, <br />Or perhaps only a beginning. <br /> <br />Because me, I am always so sure, <br />I am the chapter in the back of the book <br />That you never have to read, <br />The forward the never makes sense, <br />I am undetermined reasoning. <br /> <br />And you, you silly boy, <br />You are a gullible mess of always and never was, <br />A reckoning to be faltered, <br />A letter written but the words forgotten, <br />The subconscious fear of an afterglow. <br /> <br />For now, the facts remain, I lost you two years ago <br />And yesterday, I lost you again. <br />The mechanisms of your heart, <br />I feel they are at fault, <br />Perhaps the battery rusted, the spring broke.<br /><br />Stacy Lynn Mar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-faltering/
