Memoirs Of A Teenage Heart

The Noose Around My Neck

The Noose Around My Neck

I am losing you.

You are the sand I carry

in these pockets full of lint,

where my hands delve deeply

to hide their shaking.

Hollow fingers grasp desperately,

and hold you for just a breath.

You fall through the cracks

that mimic the breaking pavement,

and the wind carries you away.

You’ve left Winter in your wake,

and I cannot feel the sunlight

that seems to reach these shores.

I’m losing you,

but maybe you were already gone.

There are plenty of fish in the sea,

but I found a pearl in the mouth

of a clam, and the tragedy of pain

had born the luminescent jewel.

I wear it around my neck, now.

It is too heavy - the very anchor

keeping me tethered on shores

that haunt the lungs I breathe.

I am losing you, I am losing you,

and this pearl is a noose around my neck. 

I think you were already gone.