Icarus's blog: "Hurts to watch."

Why should today be any worse?
This morning dissolves in grief.
Frozen dirt, sheets of paper thin water
crackling under my fashionable running-idle shoes.
Revelries in revnants
I dreamt I was searching for something
except you were there...
What could I be searching for
when the known universe was holding my hand
the pain in my chest got louder
the pooling liquid I lay in got colder
the darkness came
and took me from you.
Falling backwards into that horrid dawn
your fingers slipping from mine.

And that's all I got.
Waking in a panic
certain I would see you
and banish these phantasms.

Why should today be any worse?
as I press play, fold my coat neatly and stack it on my desk
my guardian golems posing heroically
possibly performing a fist-bump.
First tea.
Fourth task.
Fifth lunch.
Third peace.

I'm sorry

for having so much to say unsaid.
forgetting to ask, forgetting to plead.
at the hand off, you smile
your fingers brush mine
you smile
I blush.

you thank me. Offer a crack of door-light to your world
"Why should today be any worse?"
and I forget to ask
dutifully stowing my baggage
dragging smiling fragments behind me.
Fracture.
Crumble.
Shatter.
Leaving a fond trail for you to follow
of cookie crumbs and the rubble of my dreamscape.