[day without time] - Chapter 1

Wandering so late in the hours
sleep illudes me
and I can find no solace tonight
'perhaps if you were here' I'd think to myself
but all I have
are the vultures in the windows
behold, the spoils of war
are tired
and
not unlike a falling Rome

you've brought me every heart
that you've ever taken from
but how will they heal mine? I wonder
amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentiar tibi? (baby, sweetheart, would I lie to you?)
the cure is worse than the disease

a day without time
heaven amongst hells
I wander in your riches and
hear the bells
that ring in the breeze
as my voice is carried to you
if at all possible
don't forget me

Like every other night
peace escapes me
fleeting as a nymph, lost in the wood
as absent as my dreams
like every other day
you're nowhere in sight
and I'm left to wonder if you'll ever return
sack over your shoulder, standing
in the rain

you've brought me pain
in every lifetime we've ever had
so how can I heal? I wonder
da mihi basilia mille (kiss me with a thousand kisses)
my cure, my haven
you'll be the death of me

your words are without feeling
circles of torment
scrawled hastily on parchment
as I stood in the doorway, always watching
I know you feel me here
unresponsive as always, you
turn and stare

it's just me standing here
it's just you standing there
if only it was something I could bear

you'd ask what I wanted
if you knew that I'd respond
these marble floors reflect
everything that we can't say
it's written in stone
and smeared in red
I don't want to be alone
and with that unsaid

you've brought me to join you
underneathe the stars
will you ever try for me? I'm left to wonder
ira furor brevis est, luctor et emergo (anger is a brief insanity, I struggle but I'll survive)
my moon, my sun
please don't leave me so
undone

a day without time
my glass without sand
I wander your hallways and
miss the bells
that would ring in the breeze
I stopped speaking to the wind
your note between my fingers and
your words lingering
in my mind
you lied when you told me
that death would be kind

it's just me waiting
for our tomorrow
it's just you missing
drowning in my sorrow
in our days without time
I had all of the opportunity in the world
to make you mine

so when you read my words
scribbled in lonliness
remember everything we did
every word I said
and when you stand on the shores
and gaze at the sea
if at all possible
please remember me