The Attempt At Love Is The Witness



Picture by Tude e Joao

















Morning gripped by air reminiscent of your scent
yet the laughter that raptures is not familiar with my ears
The scarf around her neck lacked the precision
of our warm embrace and starry-eyed gaze

Her voice is far from my heart’s shore
not even a wish could anchor it and make it yours
You are left behind, confined
to the room in the air-castle we built in turns

Suspended in the air, our foundation is suspect
When the castle tumbles, it will fall on ourself (sic.)
a suicide to which the attempt at love is the witness
past anniversary and now approaching expiry date on this oblivious shelf

My seat is unsettling, Rosebank seems far off
The taxi driver is unaware that I fare with you
The taxi is bent on delivering me, yet leaving you
Another turn up the road, the further your waving gets

the further sounds your well wishes
Perhaps we were a well wish
echoed into the well with no penny to materialize it
and our love, too much pain marginalized it