Never Enough
Blue emotions call to me as if they know
my predilection for memories
encrusted with indigo skeins.
I can track the veins
and arteries of failing,
the leap of suicidal thoughts,
entrails upon a railing,
fencing in my dreams.
I should take you home,
insist upon your company,
in a second I build Rome
then watch it burn as idle imagery,
a dream city where I once lived.
I was only a sitting tenant
in the parlour of your life.
It was never enough to keep you
occupied or in love with me.
Never enough was all I achieved,
my hands flickered and died
and the sand of faith fell through them
with all I once believed.
I should still take you home,
to a place of limitation,
a time I may look at your face
and know from your vocal tones
or something in your eyes,
I have not lost you completely.
Forever.
This is not enough, no never,
and the bones do not suffice.
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