Viktoria

  

she looks at me with expectant eyes
as if to ask

no words come out

…

what do I say?

do you remember when I sank the cup and won the game
your arm grazed my shoulder in felicity
and static electricity.
We celebrated the celebration
a moment of college matrimony

No, you would not remember and just say no and look at me funny

it’s been so long;
you thought you were above me
back then.

I loved you, though, in the brief moments we felt
before you brushed me off

No, I can’t say that, filter it out

..

but now the eyes, the beautiful brown eyes stare
longingly, lovingly, waiting crestfallen,
I notice you drop with disinterest, with sadness;

and offer a stock question.

In transmission the void saps all feeling,
incinerates the inward emotion to emptiness.

Oh, what cities of wonder lost!

what atlantises forever
submerged by the vacuum,
the medium between body and soul.

the emotionless, stock question,
the straight face, the robotic delivery
inspires nothing.

you answer as best you can;
nothing begets nothing.

and silence

what to say

looks forward focusing blankly
wheels spinning

what to say

brow furrowed, breathing intently

your eyes look so sad, and say:



please
help me,

please say something

the mind’s chamber breaks,
the void crushes the delicate casing; sucking it in
substance rushing out, soul rushing out

each thought gripping tightly, futilly,
like the last fingers to the remnants of the
collapsing structure
before the black hole yanks them
before the void suffocates the soul

drains all cognition

I look forward empty,

stupidly

please say something

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