Part I: Ink and Paper Touch

Days upon days
my hands refuse
vehemently to
touch that which witholds
ink;
where ink refuses
immediately to
touch paper.
My mind has been
running
searching
for answers within
my spacious
mind,
but the confines
don't allow
discovery.
Questions appear
make their mark
and never leave.
This decieves
my heart
and I feel I've been stabbed
in the back
by my soul.
But I too am to blame
for I have turned my back
on the importance
of patience
of forgiveness
of love
and of solidity
time
and time
again.
I can't say I must
apologize.
Apologies are
worthless without
mean.
I have none of this
to spare for
her
and to him and
to you.

Part I: I Say Goodbye

Dear the defeated
burned man
who lies
six feet under:
I don't know
you
nor do you know
me.
Yet you stand above
the sea and smile
and the sun attempts
to reveal your
martyr act.
But here's the fact:
I don't know you
You feel you know
me because I know
you're there.
You stand beside me
and it shows.
They're faceless footprints
that appear never
but your presence is sensed
and I remember.
Tears can no longer stream
I see you in my dreams
but they don't leave me
mourning;
They leave an eery
feeling
that chills my spine
and tenses my mind.
Blood lines
trace relevance
but I no longer lie.
You cut the ties
that no longer exist
and you linger on
within your abyss.
What's done
is done
and I feel no
remorse
Because I no longer
recall
our relationship's course.
It once broke my heart
but I've picked up
the pieces
on my own.
I've grown from
that sweet child
who stood by your
side
despite your mistakes
and your incorrect
pride.
I shake my head
at the ancient times
because you're dead
does not mean
you are my prime
obligation
to be in my thoughts.
You have no
relation
to me anymore.
That's plain
and simply just
the way it is.