If I took plates of imagination
and threw them to the floor,
if I sifted through
the fragments,
what could be found
in the remains
laying over the ground?
Would it be memories
cracked into pieces?
Or dust of futures
I've yet to see?
Would it be
the broken crockery
of you and me?
Would it be a mockery of every
dream I've ever seen come true?
Or the shards of love
that I feel for you
that will forever
greet me?
If I took every
memory wrapped
piece of my life,
and crushed it to dust,
would I still be able
to find the essence
of you in every grain?
I trust I would.
You live in my every dream.
I see you when I blink
in the slow moments
between sleeps.
If I took mirrors of illusion,
and set them to fall,
like domino's in a row,
if I watched them blow,
spreading their shards
in every direction,
would they conjure up
the image of you?
Like a hologram painted
across my reality.
Would you live in the view,
always there,
in everything we could do?
If I could take
all of my nerves,
and pull out the ones
that tell me to keep quiet,
if I kept the ones
telling me to be brave,
and wrapped them
tightly around my body,
to wear
the strength they give,
would you do the same?
Would you
whisper my name to me?
Let me know
that you hear every word
I pour into the air.
Or would you leave me there?
A frayed ball of nerves,
struggling for air.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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