Icarus's blog: "Augurs, Martyrs, and Agnostics"

I can't find the melody.
I lost the note.
I lost the ticket.

The one you left me
and I hung on until my knuckles locked.

I was lost.

I remember the first time I saw you.
bathed in gold, and sacred amnesty.

I remember the last.

And I envy the glimpse between blinks.
Fearful of the flicker.
The uncompromising blind of that moment.

I wouldn't do that to you.
I never could.
That cruel purity between breaths.

That palpable pause between beats.

You could just forget.
Wish.
And I was never there.

Unkind, but that's the moment.

No painting on the ceiling.
Never

quite

reaching.