Fable

Flying through your sky

Restraining myself from recalling

Retracing areas still missing fragments from falling

Sinking scales start to slide

Spent too much time in realities denied

Prisoner to the movie in your head

Interpreting words and wishing for different ones instead

Rewind and replay it

But just the parts everyone hated

I know it all sounds so jaded

Maybe it is but I’ll go once more

Still something has me stuck in the frame of your door

when I laced up my shoes

Again and again ran through the same loops

Tried to find missed lines in the sand

Some clues to map out a way we can start to understand

The sun went down and I can’t see my feet without the electricity

Now I notice when I breathe parts of me don’t feel the same energy

I don’t need to look in the mirror to know the prey became the hunter

Traded places with the haunter of my sacred spaces

I didn’t know your calcification could be contagious

Remember the wine bar and our table where we wrote the beginning of this fable?

-Encantado…Mi amor

-Forever more….Before we say “the end”