KarelessKitten

Leave me...

Sitting so close
the pressing coldness of a
window pane on a rainy day
an invisible force
pulls at every side
grey tones lurking
around your fingertips
a rusty sewage drain
of contingent thoughts
it all falls down here

the crows keep scanning
even in the monsoon
with harried eyes they
expanse the surface
looking for that
bit of me

a soul's beauty can't
be frozen for posterity
it all too soon fades
the knowing, the loving
what we think is...its
just the surface though

let me cling
let me salvage
let me cherish
what little
I've got left