The Lost

Beginning to an end, an end to a new
what does that even mean? Cutting your passive voice
out of my brain, leaving lace like scaring of memories to connect
to my vain pulsing through to my heart. Moving deeper
it consumes me. My heart beckons for you, my mind
buries you, and lips wouldn't speak you name.

Pace

Which way to run, which way to scream?
What is the proper way to go, so many questions - notes - things
all over the place. This way we could turn. I told you not to.
Then run along this way. Turn. Sharp. Run down. Slow down.
Walk this way. Wait. Pause. Take a breathe. No one else is here.