This morning you knocked at my door.
Rock in hand, smile on face,
You pounded at my skull.
I got myself together,
Tied back what was left of my hair,
Watch your world race from you.
I’m taking you away.
You are not meant to see my face,
You are a back passenger.
I’m moving to a void I don’t recognize.
I’m taking you with me.
We pass the familiar inlets,
Fear and delusion,
You cry to enter their sanctuary
But I am focused on the void.
Your weight hinders my steps,
But I’m taking you with me.
What lies within this abyss?
We travel deeper.
You are silent.
Respect for this journey we have made.
Deeper and deeper,
Past our childhoods
And our worldly positions.
Past the jokes we have made,
Closer to the nights we have spent
On the boundaries of this,
When distance stood proud
And we quivered under its command.
When we cried each others tears,
Yet nothing like a well worn circumstance.
We delve into the emptiness.
I see your face in a flash of time.
The last flash of time.